Afraid of the Lonely
10-21-2014, 11:58 AM
To her sister's words- and the words of the approaching wolf, who appeared to be the healer, she merely grunted- something along an agreement. She was too exhausted to argue- rather she focused on standing, and moving forward without falling on her face. Each step she'd take was rocky, her limbs ached with exhaustion, but she tried to move forward- tried to get to the Northern lands that her sister had reigned over. A low growl bubbled in her throat, frustration that she was this weak- that standing alone could exhaust her. Hadn't she once struck fear into her enemies by her presence? Slowly, she'd step forward again- concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, as she moved. Taking a few steps, she'd pause- panting. "This is hopeless." She's growl in annoyance. How many steps had she taken? Five, Six, Seven? At this rate it'd take her days to get to the territory of Bevroren. Clenching her jaws, she pushed forward- throwing her mind and last ounce of strength behind her. She'd get there- even if getting there killed her. Her ears pressed against her head, she blocked out the two wolves around her- focusing on walking, which consumed her mind. One foot in front of the other. Speech, |
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