I've lost my way, can you help me?
08-16-2013, 11:49 AM
She hardly paid attention to where she was going these days. Simply letting her paws carry her where they may. She was nothing more than a darkened shadow that slithered her way across some foreign land. The slight drop in temperature was the only clue she was of where she was. But all she would see what the ebony shadow that curled around her mother, in a loving embrace before her snapped her neck. All she could smell was her mothers blood that soaked the earth and poisoned the air. She could see the white ghost slipping away, along the dark shadow, the bringer of death. She could hear her mothers cries echoing in her head, her pleas for help. Eyes clenched shut, trying to wash away the memories. But there was no point. She hadn't seen her family since. They didn't even know she was there, that she was a witness to her mothers brutal attack and merciful death. The time that had passed since then went unnoticed. She ate when she was hungry, drank when she was thirsty, slept when she was tired. It was a mundane routine. But she knew her mother would have her hide if she didn't care for herself. For that reason her pelt remained clean, a vibrant ebony, she tried to keep herself from losing weight, and for the most part had been successful. But she was alone. She had nothing to live for. While she was never close to her mother, that was still her mother, the one that had brought her into this world, had raised her, had taught her what she knew. And now she was gone. Ripped away by a ruthless killer. A sigh fell from inky slips. Toxic green pools looked up, seeing caves in a mountain side standing in her way. She looked around for a brief moment before pushing forward, allowing her paws to kiss the cool stone of the cave floor. It was dark, but the little sunlight that filtered in helped. She would barely make out strange shapes on the walls, written in some kind of something. It was so strange looking. Who would put these here? She was too young to know what humans were or that they had lived her. It was moments like these that she wished her mother were here, she would know what these strange shapes were and what they meant.
Walking a few paces deeper into the caves, she allowed herself to settle down on the hard stone, curling her long legs under her. A moments of rest. Eyes drifted shut, leaving her hiding in the shadows, barely visible. Muscles relaxed, tension falling away as sleep claimed her. She didn't realize how tired she was. But it didn't take long for the nightmares to claim her, for her mothers cries to chase her, for the stench of blood to suffocate her, for the gruesome sounds of snapping bones and ripping flesh to terrorize her. |
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