You can Count on Me?
07-06-2013, 11:01 AM
A pure white she wolf climbed from the water like a snake, slick with freezing ocean water that made her pelt cling to her lean frame. She had spent much time paddling from tiny island to tiny island to reach this one, a larger one with a strange forest and interesting birds. The warm sand felt like silk to her sore pads, and she let out a sigh of contempt. The seawater would dry within her pelt, making it sticky, if she didn't find a stream of sorts to wash it off. Salt water was not good to swallow, it often made animals sick. So the ivory dame began walking, long legs trotting a fast, easy gait. Soon she was engulfed by the cool, shady forest. She found a stream, just deep enough for her to be able to clean herself off if she rolled in the water. She lowered herself into the rocky bed, rubbing her body against the water smoothed stones. The cool aqua was heaven on her swimming-sore muscles, and the snowy temptress made a quiet sound of happiness that could have sounded like purr if she had been a cat, but sounded more like a breathy growl. She stepped out of the water, fur dripping with water, and plopped tiredly down on a large bed of ferns. Exhaustion clawed at he mind and her body, so she saw no harm in giving in. Her eerie silver eyes closed slowly, shutting out the sights of the island, leaving only the sounds, the feelings, the scents. She heard the songs of strange, interesting birds, the rustling of plants. Felt nothing but her waterlogged coat and the cool ferns beneath her. She smelled the heat of the day on the forest, the faint odor of tiny animals somewhere around her. She was lulled to sleep by the babbling brook, the faint lapping of waves on the shore, picked up by her hyper-sensitive ears. Her dreams, how the horror would damage a normal wolf, one who had never seen the things she had. They were filled with blood, screams, the looks on her family's faces as they died, the looks on the faces of her victims as she murdered them with a smile on her beautiful face. It was dark, so dark. There was light ahead finally, her legs were tired from running. She broke into a snowy place, a blizzard raging around her. Howls, familiar ones, filled her ears. Her mom, her dad, her brother and sister. She was going to finally see them, to tell them of the wonderful home she had found for them. She followed their calls, but could not find them. "Ma? Da?" She cried, a whine escaping. Suddenly, there was a scream, blood. It splattered the pristine snow before her, and her father dropped like a stone. His eyes were wide, face frozen in a snarl. Blood dripped from his broken throat, and Aurora was paralyzed. "D-D-Da?" She stuttered, tears streaking her cheeks. His yellow eyes were hollow, empty. Then, blackness. It was dark again, the horrid snowy place gone. Then there was light, faint, all around her. A few paces before her, stood her family. She yipped with glee, rushing to them, but there was a shuddering in the light, a flickering in and out. She looked again. Her mother was a skeleton, jaw gaping wide as it hung from her skull. Her father was missing fur in places, his throat ripped open, golden eyes milky. Her poor sister, was ripped to pieces, missing a leg, her tail. Gashes covered the little grey girls face, and she was missing a green eye. Aurora felt sick, but had to look at her brother, to see what she had done to him, because all this was her fault. She had found the 'shortcut' that had cost them their lives. He was emaciated, missing a front leg, his lower jaw, and a chunk of his spine. Tufts of fur were all that remained on his pale blue body, yellow eyes, so much like their fathers, were gone. They were whispering to her, curses and questions. Why had she done this to them, why had she thought the shortcut was a good idea? Then, something even more horrifying happened. They started to dissintegrate. She was alone here, in the dark. She screamed. {ooc; yes, it's creepy and graphic, but awesome!!} |