Restless Stroll

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

She couldn't bring herself to look at the two wolves as they fought, but closing her eyes tightly only helped so much. The sounds of their snarls and growls still slipped through her tucked ears, painting a mental picture of the scene as it unfolded around her. She flinched, she cowered, she stayed as close to the bushes as she possibly could in an attempt to stay clear of it. It sounded so loud, so close, that she wondered how they had not managed to bump into her somewhere during their fight. But grateful that they hadn't, she concentrated instead on trying to calm herself, trying to stay still, trying not to attract any attention. She just needed to wait until it was over.

The end of the fight was punctuated by a sudden outburst from Awaken, but in the quiet that followed she heard them as they shifted and Awaken spoke again, his voice strained but not shouting or without sanity. Hesitantly, fearing what she might see, the little white wolf peeked open her dark brown eyes and peered at the two wolves, the white and black one seated before Awaken. Even though their fight seemed to be over, there was still a rage and hatred about Awaken's face that hardly seemed natural, so out of place with the smiles and nervousness that she had been exposed to. And on the face of the other - the one who claimed to be his brother - was only sadness.

Carefully, cautiously, Mercianne began to lift herself out of her crouch, her heart still beating loudly and frantically though she somehow could function around it. Her eyes remained glued to Awaken and Sixx, watching, waiting for any action, any move, that might mean danger for her. Her promise to Awaken had completely left her mind; if she saw a chance to run to safety, she intended to take it.