...It's that sudden stop...
02-21-2017, 06:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-21-2017, 06:41 PM by Karabela.)
Golden eyes focused intently on the pelt before her, she'd cleaned off the rest of the hair and gave it as an offering to the nesting birds leaving a bare hide. She wasn't sure yet what she was going to use it for but she hoped to create something similar to Peregrine's bag so that she could have something to care trading supplies in. She paused for a moment in her work as she thought she heard something echoing about the mountain but shrugged and cast aside the thought as the wind. She had much to do and little time to do it in. Although… perhaps that wasn't the right word for it. Everything was as quiet as ever and she couldn't help but wonder if anything would change if she simply just disappeared.
Fate will move as it will and I would rather you live boldly, I would rather you explore and live like a warrior than hide in your den like a timid mouse
Her mothers words came sifting through her mind. The words from the strangest dream in a realm between. Well, she was trying wasn't she? Though, lately she supposed she'd been keeping to herself or rather left alone.
Satisfied with the hide she slipped into the caverns and was swallowed by the dark soundlessness and unaware of the tragedy taking place farther up the mountain. Deeper and deeper she journeyed until she'd found the deposits of a rich red silt. Carefully scooping some up in a scrap of hide she gingerly walked toward the opening.
Karabela… are you happy?"
Karabela frowned as she stepped back out into the light, blinking away the shadows that clung to her vision. As she stooped to set down the silt she caught site of a large owl heading her way. Odd…. what was an owl doing out in daylight. A moment later she recognized the owl as Sgili, one of Chaos' companions. She immediately knew that something was wrong. "Lead the way, Sgili!"
She raced up the mountain, long limbs caring her swift and true. She knew this mountain inside and out and navigated it as if she were water flowing over the twists and turns. The scent of blood filled her nostrils as she came upon Qualm and Chaos. "What happened!" She didn't need to wait for an answer as she came upon the smashed body of Nah. Karabela's stomach turned and she looked away for a moment, falling quiet. "Oh Qualm… I'm so sorry." She turned to face the man and regret boiled suddenly hot in her stomach. What the hell had she been thinking creating a pack in such treacherous territory? Thinking that she was simply making her members stronger? Foolish!
Though… there was a part of her, a darker part, a more practical part that insisted much of it was the girls own fault. What had she done to engage her other members? What had she done to learn about the territory in which she'd lived? Her willful ignorance lead to her death but Karabela could not fully remove blame. It was her folly that lead to a pack living here in the first place. Would not Qualm and Nah have done better in a gentler terrain? Would Nia have disappeared if the living here wasn't so harsh? What of Dominik? If Tonrar found his sister would he dare to risk her life in this place? She could feel the pack slipping through her fingers and saw the battered, bloody body as an omen. It made her blood run cold.
Taking a deep breath she gathered her thoughts. "We can't leave her like this. Qualm, you were the closest thing here she had to family. I'll let you decide what you want done with her. I'll call the rest of the pack." She tipped back her head and howled, knowing that it probably wasn't necessary. The others would've heard Qualm but just in case. She wished Birna was here but the woman was out of the area, escorting Dagmær on another hunting escapade. She wasn't sure what the older woman would think, probably nothing but cold, calculating practicality. Wolves died, if she wasn't strong enough she wasn't strong enough and it was the mountains right to claim her but it still didn't seem fair.
Karabela… are you happy?"
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I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king