the few and the far between
03-24-2013, 11:41 AM
The cold water gently splashed over Rakshra's paws, making the in between of her toes cold and her paws damp with water. Even through the thick waterfall in front of her, she could still see the beautiful light the moon shun off. Normally, you would think that a forest would be filled with life, especially around a lake at night, but no. The forest seemed dead to Rakshra. No birds singing, no crickets chirping, no noises except Rakshra breathing and the heavy waterfall she was behind.
The fresh smell of blood filled Rakshra's nose. The scent was unrecognizable to her. Normally, she would have gotten off her paws to go investigate, but she was not in the mood to keep anyone alive but herself.
The scent of blood drew closer and closer to Rakshra. After a while, she could barely make out the figure of a wolf across the lake. Not sure if it was the attacker of the other who might have gotten injured in the fight, she stayed hidden. If someone were to attack her right now, she would probably just give herself up. She had no friends or family. What was the point of pushing through longer in sadness when all you would do is die in the end anyway?
The fresh smell of blood filled Rakshra's nose. The scent was unrecognizable to her. Normally, she would have gotten off her paws to go investigate, but she was not in the mood to keep anyone alive but herself.
The scent of blood drew closer and closer to Rakshra. After a while, she could barely make out the figure of a wolf across the lake. Not sure if it was the attacker of the other who might have gotten injured in the fight, she stayed hidden. If someone were to attack her right now, she would probably just give herself up. She had no friends or family. What was the point of pushing through longer in sadness when all you would do is die in the end anyway?
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