God Help the Outcasts
Darya had traveled farther than she ever had before, her small legs growing more powerful every day as she slowly started to grow into her form, though she was still very much visibly a young pup. The girl stood at the edge of the giant forest, hellfire gaze sweeping across the flat horizon. The child had grown up in the cold northern mountains in the grips of a harsh winter so as she gazed out over the empty snow field she felt only comfort at a familiar setting.
With a grin split across her face, the child bound happily across the plain field. Her paws were quickly outgrowing her still small form, her true adult size starting to show through, so her frolicking was not graceful by any means. She stumbled from time to time, though she kept going a high, giggle escaping her lips.
It was amazing how quickly her joy turned to panic though, as with an almost too loud crashing the world crumbled beneath her hind legs. Luckily for the girl she had been mid bound as the ground slid away. Still it startled her enough she lost her balance, landing heavily on her right side, skidding slightly. The girl stared, wide eyed at the gaping maw that had nearly swallowed her whole. Slowly rising to her paws again she walked over to the edge of the abyss. A wave of nausea rolled over her and she slowly backed away.
This time she knew what the sound was when the earth beneath her hind paws once more opened up. With a squeal she jumped forwards slightly, feeling real fear grip her now. Suddenly she wasn't sure where she could stand. As far as Darya was concerned the ground could decide to swallow her up right now and then she'd- well she wasn't sure where she would end up but she was certain she wouldn't be coming back. A whimper pulled from the girl and her eyes began to water, she was now frozen to where she stood.
| Art by Sgulert |