On The Run

Antigone was not a wanderer. She had never desired the title of scout, as she had always been perfectly content staying within the borders of her homelands, training and watching over everyone to make sure that things were running smoothly. Now, she stood on the shores of a foreign lake with paws that ached from the countless miles she had traveled. Her whole body throbbed with the dull pain that her travels had caused, her mind still spinning and rage towards the traitors that carried the Dellis name keeping her standing. She was sure that by now the search for her would have been called off. No one had ever gone this far before. At least, no one that returned.

The cattails blocked most her of her view of the lake, but she worked her way around until the ground smoothed out and her weary paws touched soft sand. She approached the shore, allowing herself to spend a few moments quenching her thirst before settling down into the sand and giving her body a much needed rest. The setting sun marked yet another day that she wore this new title of rouge. A woman scorned and banished by her own family. Her claws dug into the ground, her ears flicking back to listen for the sounds that would indicate she was not alone. It was instinct now. Logic told her she would not have been followed here, but she was smart enough to know that evils lurked in all realms of the world. The last thing she wanted was a sneak attack.