Wrong Way

*Ásvor* · 04-22-2018, 03:31 PM

Even though the earth had seemed to thaw somewhat, with the steady changing of seasons, the farthest reaches of the north never seemed to fully escape the tight clutches of winter. While the amount of snow that usually covered the land was less than usual, though as the weeks wore on, the sight of winter was just around the corner. Though she and her sister had yet to fully decide what they'd do, other than some vague plans of scoping out the packs and wolves that resided in the north a bit more carefully, Ásvor was restless at the thought of spending another winter without knowing what her purpose now was.

This uncertainty fouled her mood more than she dared let on. Instead of dwelling on it for much longer, Ásvor decided to distract herself by venturing to the frost-capped island to the western edge of the northern coast. Of course, no true adventure was complete without partaking in some psychoactive herbs.. and she'd been lucky enough to find a wilted bundle of jimson weed on her travels. Carrying the plant with her only made her decide she really ought to find something suitable to carry her stores in, especially if she wasn't going to settle down in one place, but that wasn't an option right now. Sometimes she'd dig herself a hiding spot to stash them for later retrieval, but with the ground so frozen here she had little luck with that plan. Eventually, she decided to abandon the full plant she'd found and chew a few of the flowers, grimacing at the bitter taste. Better than wasting them entirely, right? Either way, perhaps they might help help either enlighten or distract her. Either seemed an equally good solution currently..

Perhaps because of the plant's slightly wilted state, the effects took longer than she expected to kick in. Ásvor couldn't help but wonder, after awhile, if she'd feel anything at all. Some time after she consumed the plant, the effects started to creep over her.. slowly, and quietly, spreading a slow warmth from her core outward. It was hard not to feel nourished by it, like one might feel satiated by a good meal, though with these pleasant effects came another sensation slowly as she wandered. One of paranoia and distrust, though she maintained her composure as she wandered, acutely aware of the feeling of snow crunching beneath her paws. The sound seemed amplified, booming in her ears.

Only when she caught the scent of a stranger would she tense, redirecting her path. Despite feeling that creeping sense of uncertainty, she had to know who else was here - and more important, why. This wasn't exactly a place that many navigated to, after all. Once she caught sight of the stranger - a male larger than her, with gray and russet markings - she felt her heart begin to race rapidly. Somehow, he seemed to mutate before her very eyes even lying down in the snow; she watched, lips twitching in a silent snarl, as she watched his coat ebb and flow like the tides of the sea. All she could think was that there were snakes beneath his thick pelt, twisting and curling around his bones, and the sight made her stomach turn. "The fuck is wrong with you?" Ásvor snarled as she moved a few slow steps closer, barely aware that the world twisting before her was a result of her own mind and not reality. Instead of simple disgust and uncertainty, now she felt a need to punish this creature rising in her throat like bile.

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