YOUR SONG

Quote:She looked a mess, a mass of skin and bone and tortured fur that didn?t quite seem like a wolf. Argent Zaldun was knight, despite what her currently disheveled appearance might say, and she was a knight on a mission. For so long she had been separated from her master, cast from his side by a cruel fire and for so long she had sought him, sought to be by his side again for she longed for him. Her heart hammered within her chest at the thought of being reunited. She had often tricked herself into believing she?d caught a ghost of his scent, and so when it fell upon her nostrils for a brief moment she did not believe it. Could not believe it.
Argent growled to herself. She was hardly the sort of woman to become a damsel in distress and yet here she was, pining after the man to whom she owed her life, the man that she had taken away from. Perhaps he didn?t know the crime she?d committed yet, the wrong doing that she knew her guilt would force her to confess eventually, but for now she would have to find him. Without a purpose, without someone to serve, her own health had declined. It was necessary she fix this situation, and fix it soon.