Nighttime Madness

The darkness was ever welcoming, it was most likely the first time she had been rocked in its quiet blackness in quite some time. No visions, no nighttime terrors. Just a bottomless pit in which she floated mindlessly in. She could stay there for a lifetime and not care, not being aware was a gift she had missed out on. But too quickly that bliss was taken away from her, her senses slowing returning to her pale body. The awareness of her own being came first to her, and then she could hear the wind rustling the low hanging branches of the willow trees. A strange feeling crossed her ivory body, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Someone was watching her.

Othello stayed as still as possible, waiting until she felt more alive to address this watching creature. She didn't feel threatened, and the night was so calm. She groaned softly as the pounding pain entered her cranium, and she ever slowly opened her violet eyes. Turning her head slowly to the left, she saw the highlighted form of a strange wolf. Blinking her sore oculars she tried to make sense of this situation. Why was he staring at her? Was she bleeding? She pulled her paw out from under her and dabbed it on her forehead, but it came back clean.

The dame sat up, her head spinning as she moved a bit to quickly. Another groan vibrated in her throat, and she wanted to shake her head. Thinking better of it, she instead settled her attention on this stranger. She didn't even have time to toss on a facade, but she was too dazed to let her emotions run rampant. "What happened?" She asked quietly, her own vocals sounding foreign to her. Had this stranger been here long, watching her as she was being held captive by the beautiful darkness? Confusion danced in her eyes, her head tilting to the side as she tried to answer her many questions. Had a full day passed, or was she merely out for a matter of minutes? There was a lot she didn't know, and she hoped that this brute could answer them for her.