Alternate realities [Zara/aw]

Quote:((lets make this quick and easy, just a meeting and a goodbye :P edit: turned out longer than expected >.> feel free to make your post as short as you like))

Such simple little things, all were taken for granted by the once powerful female. Vision was clouded; the female moving with eyes barely open and she couldn't help but realize that this would soon be her life. Her entire existence would soon be darkness. Now she walked without a purpose, head hung low and body seeming to stagger under the weight of itself. Her fight with Rook had left her in a dire state, the scruff of her neck still bleeding heavily from deep gouges and blood sliding from the bone deep lacerations on her face and skull. But she had left Rook at the battlefield after they had gone together to see the outcome of the battle. Sade's body... A cruel smile slithered across her lips as she thought of it, the fact that that may be the final thing she ever saw sitting fine with her. The fallen leader had abandoned them and then come back to disgrace Zara and look where that had gotten her. A foreign sound rippled up her throat and she caught herself mid cackle, expression of shock at the sound that had just escaped her lips was soon replaced by that sly smile again. She had to find Newt, congratulate her and thank her deeply. Without this mammoth of a woman Zara would have been lost. They had only been apart a day and already Zara's head swam in a thick fog. Coherent thought could occasionally be plucked from the lazy stream but often Zara felt too numb to chase after them. What was the point anymore?

There was no howl, no call or vocalized pleading for her presence but Zara felt the pull none the less, the gentle tug of a mirrored soul that needed her as much as she needed it. Step took a new purpose as she staggered her way towards the boarder of their lands, the river that she had called every meeting too. That river that sang sweet nothings to her and called her back to herself. Slowly she dragged herself out of the fog, eyes blinking rapidly to try and rid her vision of that haze but it remained and slowly it dawned on her. Even though the blood was forcing her to keep her eyes closed it wasn?t the blood that was making her vision so bad. So she had inherited the blindness from their mother? It was only a matter of time now, and somehow as this realization dawned on her she decided that she didn?t want Sade?s mangled corpse to be the last thing she saw clearly. She had heard of so many beauties in this land and had yet to see any of them. Maybe she would find Lux and ask the female to go with her and share them all. She would have to leave Newt here by herself to rule for the time being, would that be wise? Did it matter anymore? The constant shift in power had left Lentajin severely weakened and no doubt most of their members had fled. Funny how Sade had drilled it into Zara that leaving the pack was punishable by death? Then she herself had left and now so many others had left. Would they have to hunt them down?

Time would tell?

Newt gargantuan frame came into sight and that easy smile slid across the female?s lips once more as she almost fell as she neared. She would need to rest for a few days? ?My lovely, my dearest? What presents have you brought me?? she purred as she finally came to sit beside Newt, unable to see or smell the gift help preciously in the female?s jaws. Eyes were kept closed; she would wait to speak to the female before taking the time to clean herself up and make herself look presentable. They had both come from their own battles; no doubt Newt was as beat up as Zara was. Zara had always believed that Sade had been a worthy opponent if they had ever been able to fight. The scarred female wondered for a brief moment what kind of damage was done to Newt, but held back from reaching out with her maw to investigate. She would wait to wash the blood from her eyes and nose to see and smell it instead of touching it. Touching with Newt was always a painful process, something that promised the taste of blood and the parting of flesh beneath fangs. That would be for later, a parting gift between two souls that would be a promise for more to come. Zara would need a clear mind to do what she wanted to do and Newt would need some clarity to run this pack in the meantime.