Keep Careful Watch of My Brother's Souls
07-06-2014, 08:15 AM
Fishing wasn't so hard, Valeriya concluded, knee deep in the salty bay waters. It was a lot warmer now that the season was turning, but it still left her limbs numb if she stayed in it for too long. With a cry of triumph she lunged, head plunging beneath the surface and jaws flashing blindly. She clamped around the writhing body of her soon-to-be meal and hauled it upwards. She stumbled towards the shoreline, ocean water stinging her half opened eyes. She stumbled and scuffed the pads of her paws, but at long last she collapsed upon the ground, wriggling meal secured. With a crunch she clamped her jaws around the creatures head, stilling it. She let loose and airy laugh of relief as she began to eat, knowing that luck had been on her side. The eastern lands were fertile, that much she was grateful for, but it had been a steep learning curve now that she had to feed herself. Her body was not only riddled with new scars, but her once plump form had grown lean and hard, if not quite gaunt. The once-princess no longer looked like a soft noble, but instead like a young rogue cast hard upon the surface of the world. In truth, she would have it no other way. The wide expanse of freedom that had swallowed the fae once she'd forgone her homeland was dazzling. Valeriya had nearly lost herself within that abyss, but she felt no reason to claw herself back to the surface. The dark, dank, godsdamned hellholes she had made her new home were infinitely more interesting than the rocky moors she had been born amongst, even if it meant getting pushed around by other rogues, or chased off the few kills she'd managed to make. |