little bo peep has lost her sheep
10-03-2024, 04:51 PM
Finch found herself struck dumb by the landscape. She stared at it mutely, trying to take it in and make sense of it all. It hung in such stark contrast to her homeland: the cheery, squat trees of Avalon's orchard and the rolling meadows of the range. It was bliss. And this... this was hellish. Only a beast would be at home in a place like this. She felt each hair along her hackles prickle individually until it was standing straight up like the spires that dotted the landscape. That was why she jumped straight out of her skin when she heard a voice say: Wonder what gods they pissed off this time. "G-gods?" she stammered, turning and peering through the shadows to find a hulking male sporting a rack of reindeer antlers. Finch knew of no gods, although she knew Theory's mate prayed to one and that other wolves looked to them for comfort. For relief. This was no relief. This was a punishment. He was right - if there were gods, they were angry. "I'm... not sure," she said lamely, taking a shaky step to try and right herself. She felt so much further from home than she really was. That eerie red light seemed to have transported them elsewhere. "Have you ever seen anything like this?" He spoke of gods. Maybe he had answers. |
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