Somebody that I used to know

*Alena* · 05-15-2014, 12:48 PM

Sweet freedom. Alena weaved through the dense forest, her tail flared out proudly behind her. Her violet gaze roamed over the trees surrounding her as she searched for any wolf that might be nearby. One would think that after being captured and tortured for months she would want to be away from everything and anyone for at least a little while, but that wasn't the case. Instead she craved to see someone, anyone besides the faces of the wolves that had kept her captive.

Her mind was racing and as she stopped to look out over the fajord she could hardly stand still. Her jaws and parts of her legs were still rusty red with blood, but she couldn't find it in her to care. Most of her wounds were healed up, but there were a few small ones scattered here and there that were still fairly fresh.

Alena couldn't decide how she felt. Relieved? Enraged? A little of both? Something in her had twisted, something dark and wrong but so right at the same time. Her tail lashed from side to side, her claws raking the dirt underpaw. Invigorated. That was the word. This is how she used to feel, years ago when she first started delving into the world of being an assassin, when the blood lust was still real and she enjoyed every kill. She smirked, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest. She would lift her scarred muzzle toward the sky, letting loose a howl, her tone wild and feral, calling anyone nearby that would dare come share her company.

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