Desperation
09-06-2013, 08:32 AM
A lot had brought her to these borders. She had left home, searching to prove herself, to meet Desdemona and make a home within the Tortugan borders. Tortuga disbanded under Desdemona's rule and again she was a loner, scavenging for life. It hit hard, a wolf didn't suit to be a loner. She had lost weight, emaciation, taking hold, weakness. Dammit, she was a failure. She had failed on the one mission she had set out for. Ebony paws carried her South, towards one of the packs she had never considered for a home,and her rump would come to rest on the border. A sigh would escape her, as she stared into the lands that Valhalla claimed. So many claimed to be happy here, so many... lives were changed for good here. Slumping against the ground, she would watch, not bothering to summon another yet, spending the moments making her final decision. Is this really what she wanted or was a sheer form of desperation, a desperate attempt to survive? Her breathing relaxed, and slowly she lulled into sleep- her need for rest claiming her. With a fleeting thought of how stupid it was to fall asleep un-sheltered, there under an oak tree in the warm fall sun, she fell asleep on the Valhallan borders. Speech, |