Serenity
04-25-2014, 10:13 AM
Azalea had ran with her tail tucked away from the fray and the chaos and into the unknown. She had gotten away from herself, her mind raging out of control. A suicide mission had been her first plan on action but when it came down to it, Azalea just wasn't that brave (or crazy). She ended far away from all that was familiar and couldn't get back. Lost as the time that she had taken Sarak far from Valhalla and then gotten turned around in her attempt to catch a rabbit. That was a time so long ago, an easier time. It was hard to say what had happened since Chysanthe had fallen to Artemis and Valhalla ended. In life's endless dance it was hard to say what had changed back home. Home, the very place she had been avoiding since finding her way back to the fringes. Sarak probably hated her, one day pledging herself to him and the next gone with the wind. Soren and Kismet likely hated her too, for disappearing and leaving them to be taken by her wicked father. Azalea found herself on the banks of a familiar lake, Wolfpaw. Her nose tipped skyward, calling out to the evening sky and to anyone she knew. This place smelled of familiar wolves but she was not yet convinced that it was anything more than a trick of her mind, holding on to things lost. |
