Snow Dusting On Weary Back

*Madieke* · 06-09-2014, 08:50 PM

Madieke

It was not long before the appearance of a golden lady came. She reminded Angel of the sun rising on a summer morning. Even her eyes were like two mini orbs of the burning ball of firey sun. Though her body language was not as warming as her appearance. It was not threatening but still commanded respect and answers. She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat that suddenly found it's way there. Paws shuffled shyly as blue eyes dropped to the ground. "I..I am Angel Black from Valhalla. I came with a warning of sickness. A plague is sweeping through Alacritis. I have met other pack with the same illness the haunts my own. This is no sickness contained within your pack borders. It has a far more greater impact." She paused to let the other take it all in, a chance to voice anything she wished.

She would glance up for a moment, "Valhalla has yet to find a cure. As a messenger of my pack, I am sure if we find one I will return to inform you of it. No wolf should endure this plague, nor should anyone have to watch their friends, loved ones, pack mates suffer through it." She sure hoped Valhalla wouldn't keep the cure to themselves. It didn't seem fair to do so, and Angel wasn't sure if she could. She had seen the suffering in another pack, among the loners and it broke her heart. And if someone found the cure before her own pack she would hope they would share it too. Then she brother would be safe. The knowledge of not knowing what was happening back in her new pack was killing the girl inside. Her ice blue eyes held no spark, her body wary and worn down. Her mind always racing with worry to the point she had not slept in a few day.

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