Nobody's Home
07-16-2013, 09:57 PM
Treading quietly, the ghost-like female exhaled softly, her breathe soft and even. Her tail was low and swaying with her gait, ears layed back in a relaxed manner, and eyes glazed. She had been this way since Eos had won that match. She hadn't the heart to join Glaciem with the new leader, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to follow Gargie to another land.
Slowing as a vast expanse of water unraveled before her, dark gaze took in a depressing sight. It was Ranikem, a male she had met on her travels to Ala, after the explosion. She had been overjoyed to befriend him, as he was quite smart in the art of fighting, yet lacked the speed that the she-wolf had. Head lowering, maw parted, lips pulling back into a grimace, the alabaster wolfess let out a low snarl. She was alarmed, for this brute had been exactly that, a relentless force who used brute strength to win battles. She never thought he could be taken down.
Yet, here he was, broken and bloody on the ground, stomach ripped open and intestines looking like they were dragged about. Blood pooled around his stomach, and his right hind leg was hanging by a few muscles, it was sickening. The left was barely there, as the flesh was almost all torn off, and chunks were scattered nearby, under a small, stunted tree. His front paws were both twisted at odd angles, and his whole body reeked of death. The stench surrounding him was not only of blood, or his, it was the unmistakable smell of a female. Young, and ready for a fight, it seemed. Yet, the scent was somewhat stale, so Feather shook her head, as she cautiously padded closer.
Skull lowering again, her ears swiveled towards him as she stared hopelessly at his body. It was so mutilated she wouldn't have been able to tell it was him if it hadn't been for his untouched face. She peered at his blank golden eyes, that stared ahead into nothingness. His soul was gone, she knew, and that was what caused her to hurt. She growled, her hackles rising, claws flexing into the dirt, and head lifting to let out a mournful howl, before she looked down again, a venomous tint in her gaze.
"I will make sure whoever did this pays, Ranikem. I swear upon my soul, they will regret it. I will find them, and challenge them. And I will win for you." She had loved him, yet had never acknowledged her feelings until now, as she surveyed his dead figure. She had always believed it was but a crush, and disregarded the feelings as silly, and stupid.
"I'm sorry. As will they be." Her fangs glinted in the fading sunlight, and her pose was scarily similar to her father's when he had mercilessly killed Feather's first actual crush, even though they had been young. It would be a disturbing sight for any who had met Feather before, and knew her naturally sweet and caring disposition. This was her losing it, this was the final straw. Nobody was home anymore.
Slowing as a vast expanse of water unraveled before her, dark gaze took in a depressing sight. It was Ranikem, a male she had met on her travels to Ala, after the explosion. She had been overjoyed to befriend him, as he was quite smart in the art of fighting, yet lacked the speed that the she-wolf had. Head lowering, maw parted, lips pulling back into a grimace, the alabaster wolfess let out a low snarl. She was alarmed, for this brute had been exactly that, a relentless force who used brute strength to win battles. She never thought he could be taken down.
Yet, here he was, broken and bloody on the ground, stomach ripped open and intestines looking like they were dragged about. Blood pooled around his stomach, and his right hind leg was hanging by a few muscles, it was sickening. The left was barely there, as the flesh was almost all torn off, and chunks were scattered nearby, under a small, stunted tree. His front paws were both twisted at odd angles, and his whole body reeked of death. The stench surrounding him was not only of blood, or his, it was the unmistakable smell of a female. Young, and ready for a fight, it seemed. Yet, the scent was somewhat stale, so Feather shook her head, as she cautiously padded closer.
Skull lowering again, her ears swiveled towards him as she stared hopelessly at his body. It was so mutilated she wouldn't have been able to tell it was him if it hadn't been for his untouched face. She peered at his blank golden eyes, that stared ahead into nothingness. His soul was gone, she knew, and that was what caused her to hurt. She growled, her hackles rising, claws flexing into the dirt, and head lifting to let out a mournful howl, before she looked down again, a venomous tint in her gaze.
"I will make sure whoever did this pays, Ranikem. I swear upon my soul, they will regret it. I will find them, and challenge them. And I will win for you." She had loved him, yet had never acknowledged her feelings until now, as she surveyed his dead figure. She had always believed it was but a crush, and disregarded the feelings as silly, and stupid.
"I'm sorry. As will they be." Her fangs glinted in the fading sunlight, and her pose was scarily similar to her father's when he had mercilessly killed Feather's first actual crush, even though they had been young. It would be a disturbing sight for any who had met Feather before, and knew her naturally sweet and caring disposition. This was her losing it, this was the final straw. Nobody was home anymore.