Afraid of the Lonely

N/A · 09-28-2014, 05:10 PM

Her once glorious coat clung to her skinny frame so tightly that every bone in her body was outlined against the faint light that bled through gray clouds. Once royal eyes, that stood brightly against the colors that adorned her face were glazed and dull. She didn?t move the with the grace of a queen- rather she moved sluggishly, limping as she went. Wind whipped across the wall, as she crossed into the North- a territory that she once commanded. The blood that was strong in her veins had once claimed the North- and struck fear into the hearts of all the wolves in the land. It seemed that era may have passed.

She coughed, a rasping sound and shook her head slowly. The sickness that had attacked her body- so soon after losing her children and her crown had seemed a cruel punishment. She wondered how Azalea was doing with Regium- she hadn?t stuck around long after she had given the crown away, even though she had intended too. It seemed that there was a pull- something drew her away from the lands of Alacritis.

What had drawn her back?

Another gust of wind battered her body, and she stumbled- trying to regain her balance. Her claws dug into the ground, but she didn't really care if she fell to the ground. Could she fall any farther? She halted, sinking to her haunches- her limbs quivering, and she stared ahead of her, lost. Where could she go? What could she do? Could she ever regain the pride and strength she once commanded? Who was she now?

Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

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