what wounds can mend, the heart will follow

*Audra* · 12-11-2021, 07:21 PM

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Time would pass. Pain would ebb and flow. Like the waves upon that blackened shore. Storm clouds rolling in as thunder and lightning strike the watery surface. Fear ripples through her body as she shudders away thoughts of torment. That feeling of fireflies enveloping her oculus and ripping it out as if plucking a flower from its stem. Watching her orbital slowly fade from honey to tar. Succumbing to the torture of having it shoved back into its socket and being ridiculed.

Greedy.

So much greed.

But what if she wasn't trying to be greedy? What if she had merely been trying to play the game? A game that only one could win. One that was not herself. It would be fate. Good luck was not in the cards for the small russeted wolf as her chin lifts to look out upon the land below. Placed neatly in a small alcove of deciduous trees, her one good eye can see the carving river spread out through the fjord.

Oh, the beauty that the land could hold. Beauty that she would never know. Others would think her weak. Useless. How could she have been so stupid to believe that the cloaked figure would help her? She wasn't worthy of such things. Ever. Good things didn't come to Audra. Loneliness soaked into her chest as she tried to hold back the sobs of depression that racked inside of her. Her gut bottomed out, empty from lack of hunger and her throat dry from lack of speech. Why would anyone waste their time with her anymore?

It was then that the chuff of someone caught her attention and an ear turned toward the ivory female. Curling her chin so that she could see the older figure better, Audra nearly trips over a rock. Straightening herself out, a shiver runs down her spine. Why did this wolf appear so ghostly? Coated in white. Eyes soft as a dove lighting upon a tree. Was this her savior come to send her to the other side? At a loss for words, Audra stares. One honey-gold and the other a deadened black. What was she to say?

She does notice then that the other woman is wearing a medical pack. Larger than the satchel around her own neck, Audra wonders if possibly this one may know of healing. "Are you here to save me?" Her words are a chiming bell of a whisper as a paw steps forward. "I have tried searching for a cure," the crystals lining her lips make it painful to speak, but she insists on getting the words out. "But I have yet to have any hope," she ends there with a look cast out to the valley below them.

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what wounds can mend, the heart will follow

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