Who's ever in the right anymore?
Solana suddenly couldn't keep her stomach calm when Echo spoke, the sound of her voice made it all too real and she dry heaved as her former friend jumped suddenly to her feet. If she'd had anything to eat in the past few days it's be on the sand by now but luckily, or not depending on how you looked at things, she hadn't eaten in at least a week. Never quite gotten the hang of the whole hunting thing. She was just getting her nausea under control when Echo spoke again and despite her state Solana couldn't help the dry rasping laugh that pulled from her lungs. "No shit Echo, what tipped you off?" She lifted her head for the first time, angling her face so that there was no way the other woman could miss the scar that now marred her face. Then she suddenly had to look away again, all the guilt, all the uncertainty she'd repressed all this time was flooding back and she felt like her chest was going to burst. "I'll leave." She muttered, turning her gaze to sweep over the sands. The heat was still steadily climbing and she would need to find somewhere to shelter still, though all that she could see was open sands... still she knew she couldn't stay here. With some difficulty she lifted her fore paw and made to drag herself away into the desert. |
| Art by Takahiroreta |