the beast you've made of me

She had been pacing all day, worried sick over her older brother after seeing his wounds. How could something like that happen? Who did it to him? Her brother, of all wolves, wounded! She would have never imagined it. Skah had always seemed like an invincible hero in her eyes. No one could defeat him, no one could better him in anything! And yet she had seen it done. She frightened her right down to her very core. The end she knew of was changing, and she was not ready for it. She was untrained, a free youngster, able to do and go as she pleased. Trying to find her place within the tribe, trying to find herself. The fur along her nape bristled as lips curled back in a silent snarl. She was pathetic! No wonder her brothers didn't care for her much! She had done nothing to prove herself or to offer them! A growing knot of guilt and self hatred burned in her gut.

What made matters worse was that she had always felt like her older brothers were holding something back from her. The need to know was too great to ignore anymore. With a swift turn on her paws and a flourish of her tail she marched off to the Oracle's den. If anything one of her brothers was there. If anything she could seek comfort from the oracle herself. She wanted to know everything now! No more hiding secrets, no more acting like the world was perfect! It would be in this moment her innocence would slowly start to fade away from her. She knew the world was not prefect and peaceful. She knew her brothers could die. She knew she was useless to her tribe. The very thoughts nearly had her crumbling down in the earth in distress. What would they do? What could she do?!

Her paws hit the ground in a loud stomp, fearing if she didn't push on she would crumble to the ground and give up on everything. Her ears were pinned back, green and brown eyes wide with distress. Her fur fluffy out to twice its normal length in anger and fear. As the Oracle's den came into view, so did Skah. Pausing for a moment, jaws parted as if she had lost her voice. She stood there gathering her courage, swallowing down the vomit building up in the back of her throat."SKAH! Tell me everything!" her voice had never before raise to a yell, had never held any venom or heat. But she stood there before her older brother, who was much larger than her, in a demanding pose. Tail raised high, ears forwards and eyes locked on her brother with distress and fear. But she would hold her ground. She had never before spoken in such a manner to anyone, she had always been respectful, shy and soft. But not now, reality was kicking in.




"Burn Baby Burn"