I Am Never The First To Know
09-13-2014, 09:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2014, 09:09 PM by Dægmar.)
She had lingered like a phantom on the outskirts of Alacrits allowing her uncertainty to consume her. Weakness. That was all Alacritis seemed to hold any more, the weak and the uncertain and it was quickly becoming clear to the wraith that she would not see the great kingdoms like those of Rhesia again. Not unless she wanted to make her own but that was out of the question. She was no queen. Lightning flashed in heated violet across the sky, piercing through the blanket of a moonless night. She growled lightly to herself as the wind began to pick up. The air stirred in viscious electricity that caressed her body with a light shiver. This was going to be a bad storm, she could tell. Dammit? and she was nowhere near shelter. With a curse the femme began to race back toward the woods. There was solace in this at least. Solace that in the end any wolf, no matter how weak or how strong could easily be felled by the wrath of fate. All it took was one wrong step. |
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