La La Latch
It could have only been a minute or maybe an hour before someone arrived, all perception of time had fled the barely conscious woman. Finally though the light from the entrance dimmed and she weakily lifted pitiful gaze to look at the approaching wolf. At first all she could see was shadow, and then as colors and shapes came into focus, as the female approached, Myth thought she was staring up at him. But no, the young woman before her was too light… A voice reached her ears and for the first time Myth raised her gaze to meet the stranger’s, surprised to find a mirror. Lore! A voice in the back of her head began to chant, repeating the simple name over and over. Slowly lifting herself back onto her haunches her gaze landed upon the rabbit abandoned nearby. Unable to stop herself, salmon tongue swiped across her lips. “A meal might not be unwelcome.” She rasped, forcing herself to keep her gaze on the hare lest the voice in the back of her head start pushing its way onto her tongue. |