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04-02-2013, 11:23 PM
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Her belly was swollen, heavy with the youth she carried within her womb, it was noticeable now, just barely, but noticeable. The dame felt the excessive weight in her back and in her legs. They were killing her but she did not stop. Her eyes were sunken in, face gaunt, coat absolutely immaculate, gorgeous, stunning, and her mind was shattered. She had promised a way to escape this pain, perhaps keep a piece of her mind. Leave, never glance upon the cruel kings face again...why was he cruel? Ghost could not remember, she couldn't remember much of anything. There were too many voices, too many whispers, she couldn't stop them, she couldn't control them, she could not save herself this time. They would kill her.

After her talk with the Alpha, she had vanished, taken off into unknown territory and came across the direwolf the massive dame Newt, she offered Ghost everything anything, a chance to save her mind, but something had made her ask the woman for a chance to think. Why? For what purpose? The ivory creature did not know. She had traversed the lands for a few weeks, wandering here and there and finally a scent, one she could not remember but one that sparked...something, had trapped her nose. Good, bad, evil, or kind it made her feel, it made her feel and forget the white noise that never let her be, never left her alone.

Her steps were staggered uneven, she walked from exhaustion, from soreness, from something that she could not seem to out run and every step she took every squish her pad made within the sand... sand? When had she gotten to the beach? It mattered not. She followed the scent like a creature damned and it led her to a small cave. It was tiny, testing her claustrophobia... did she have claustrophobia? She couldn't remember, her back legs bowed beneath her, the cavern was empty but the scent was strong and it soothed her. her front legs bent, quivering and giving out and with a great huff, she fell amongst the rock and sand and pleaded to the Gods, to anyone who would listen to take her broken mind from her, she could bare this insanity no longer.

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