In My Blood

Someone was following her and Aryn spun in the dark night toward the sound of movement. "Leave me alone!" She called out to the fog, her lip lifting as a figure emerged and spoke. This was turning out exactly like her last time in the forest, except this time she did not have Eligos to protect her from the ghost canine. Aryn was not a fighter, but when backed into a corner and filled with paranoia she had little choice but to show her teeth.

The stranger was in fact not a stranger - and not a ghost, either - but Aryn's addled mind struggled to comprehend that this wolf was familiar to her. Everything seemed tricky and strange in the endless darkness and mists. Crystals protruded from the yearlings' eyes and body and Aryn bristled, backpedaling upon the damp forest floor. "Stay back!" She commanded, frantic. "I won't catch it, I won't." Aryn's voice shook with fear and uncertainty, her oozing eyes peeled wide with alarm. "Don't make me hurt you, please."