Do you know where the wild things go?
07-19-2013, 12:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-19-2013, 12:52 AM by Alena.)
Silence. It was beautiful. The ivory pelted fea sat perched atop one of the many boulders that were scattered around this field, her violet eyes staring out into the distance. She was tired. Oh so tired. It had been a long journey, but her job was done. Her task was complete and she was content. Her paws and muzzle were still stained with her victims blood and she made no move to clean it off her usually pristine fur. She felt no need. She only wanted to sit in the silence that surrounded her and let her mind go blank. She had been tracking that damn brute for weeks. The brute with black fur and gray eyes. Worst description she had ever gotten to go off of, but who was she to ask? The only wolves that she might have questioned were long dead. She and Demonio had seen to that. And now she had finished off the last of the murderous rouges. The deed was done. She shifted her position slightly and she grimaced and pain shot down her back. The brute had managed to get away from her for a moment when she had finally found him and had gotten a fairly nasty blow right along her left shoulder blade. It wasn't all that deep she thought, but it hurt something awful and she was sure her back and side were a bloody mess. At this point she was sure that most of her body was a dark, rusty red instead of its usual creamy white. Her thick fur was clumped and dark, stuck tight to her body. She honestly couldn't bring herself to care. She blinked and let her eyes slide close, covering the amethyst gems peacefully and let out the air in her lungs in a sigh. She supposed she should be getting back to her new 'pack'... but she didn't much think she wanted to that just yet. Surely they wouldn't miss her too terribly. As long as no one bothered the assassin, she was content to sit here in the quiet for as long as possible. She could turn to stone right now and die happy. "Speech." |