Come meet the plague
04-29-2014, 02:36 PM
The shape would come to rest against a broken stump, body pulling onto it as she pulled her head to look around the area. It was funny about what she had been thinking as of late, how she ended up in such a disgusting situation with wolves she hated. However her misery was something she was far used to, and was used to tolerating it no matter who she was at the presenting time. As her identity formed from those who were around her, right now she was a dignified wolf waiting to become a warrior from an invitation from one of the other members already. However the daughter of the plague, didn't know where this life would lead. Who knew if someone would save her, there were fools like that here. Fools who would not understand her curse. Her sea-green eyes would give a blink, it was only the gods who could forsake her as they had done. Her apparent father of the plague too, the wolves around her, had taught her to simply obey. Obey the authority, never go against, because you are a burden even among yourself. Ragna hoped no one else felt or was treated the way she was, after all the world was better off without her. And if she was not so afraid of death as she was, or so indulged in life, she would have long since jumped off a bridge. Now the only choice was to pass the time among these pack wolves. Speech, |