Wyrd
02-22-2017, 06:32 PM
Ræsa could hardly believe her luck when she stumbled across her mother's scent. She had been searching tirelessly since her reunion with Asvor and Naudir, who she hoped were somewhere near by, but in truth she had once again lost track. Gotta stop doing that, she chastised herself, as she charged forward along Katja's trail. Concern began to gnaw in the bit of her stomach as the pale girl drew closer and closer. Something smelled... off. It had been a long time, but she would never forget the scent of her mother from her youth, the strong and healthy essence of the shewolf she idolized above all others. Now, something had changed. When Ræsa finally came upon her mother, the concerned expression dropped from her face and was replaced with one of horror. What had happened to her? "Mom?" she gasped out, hardly believing her eyes. Gods, what had happened to her? Ræsa rushed forward, struck by the condition of Katja's body. She was skin and bones, her coat was dull, her eyes misty and unfocused as if she could not see. "Oh shit," she whispered under her breath, wincing after realizing what she'd said in Katja's presence. She was a grown woman in her own right but... still. "I-It's Ræsa," she tried to begin, then winced again because duh, her nose probably worked just fine. "Can.. I mean, are you alright?" Obviously not. "What should I do?" She was flustered, that much was painfully obvious, but she was shaken to her core. She couldn't believe it. To her Katja would always be the powerful, confident woman from her puphood. She was a moment away from dashing into the woods and dragging back the first living creature she found for Katja to consume, but she could not seem to peel herself from her mother's side. She simply could not make sense of what she saw. Ræsa seemed to have wandered for a season and returned to another world, and had no idea how to return to where she had come from, no matter how desperately she wished that she could. |
