GLACIEM & AMENTI
10-10-2013, 06:25 PM
Weary paws and dull and skinny frame lifted itself off the ground. Avalon heard the call of her captor, and she had no choice but to comply. With steps as quick as she could manage, she followed the scents of the wolves that had already left. The more she trudged on she realized that they were heading towards her old home. Her ears would perk slightly as she limped along, her back leg still healing from the thrashing that she recieved upon capture. But luckily, Canttina had left her alone for some time and she was healing up on past injuries. Though her body still felt bruised, her spirit would never be broken or touched. As quick as she could she quietly arrived on scene, the trail leading to her old home...Avalon's eyes widened at the scenery. She was disgusted with how this place turned out, blood on the ground and the scent of despair. Ears flattened to her skull, she knew there were prisoners here too. One day, Avalon would come back for this place and take it back in the name of the Snow Rogues. She had to...for now, she stood idly behind the Amentians, glaring up at the wolves before her. Speech |
