Not All Who Wander Are Lost
07-30-2015, 08:32 AM
Falx's body had shed it's puppy roundness, not that she noticed. In place of gangly limbs and oversized paws was a predator, not that she cared. Some of her most noteworthy accomplishments had gone unnoticed since the death of her mother. Oh sure, she'd stuck close to her siblings, as well as might be wished, but she wouldn't feign any sort of grandiose undying commitment to them. After all, if Dægmar had done anything at all for them, she had made sure they could all fend for themselves. Falx smiled fondly at the memory of the dangerous femme who had brought her and her siblings into the world, and then left so shortly after it. It was a bitter smile because it hurt even after all this time. The girl had done her best to harden herself against the pesky emotions, but it hadn't been much use. As it happened, repression seemed to just make her mean, and she'd found herself on the loosing end of enough fights to come to terms with that. Until she could truly step into her mother's footsteps, bring others to heel with a glance, she might just have to learn how to play well with others. Ugh. Instead of considering that most grim of possibilities Falx chose to get lost and test her ability to find her way back. Admittedly, delving into a cavern alone probably wasn't her best plan. She felt no panic or anxiety in the endless dark, the overwhelming quiet punctuated only with the occasional 'drip drip drip.' It was just another day, another test. Slowly Falx shuffled on, loosing track of time until she squinted, straining her eyes, trying to find out if she was seeing light ahead or if it was just a trick of the mind. |