GLACIEM & AMENTI
10-09-2013, 07:40 PM
The call echoed within her chambers of her dark hole. She had resided within her den since she had been maimed by Satis. The wounding had not bothered her so much as the fact she was a prisoner. She would leave here one day, she will be free. She had laid there plotting while treating the wounds on her face. It hurt to have any kind of emotion on her face, to stretch and pull the scabbed wounds. Paws pushed against the earth and drag her pale form out of her den. One-eyed gaze turned in the direction Isardis had called from. Was a prisoner allowed to go to this calling? Only one way to find out. Plus if there was information she could gain and use, she would. She swiftly trotted till she found Isardis standing among a tree with dead elk and her babe at his paws. Green eye turned to look at the other wolf. Another poor wolf fallen under Isar's spell. She grumbled to herself before looking back at Isardis so he could take a good long look at her wounds that would surely scar. Ears back she laid down and waited for others to come. Speech Thought Others |
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