Lighting paints the sky red [Alessa]
07-20-2013, 10:13 PM
For Alessa
Her piercing brown eyes started around the surroundings, curious as to where she was. There was rocks and stone everywhere, and she found it harder for herself to concentrate, almost like a metamorphisis was occurring in her body. She felt sick to her stomach, and for once in her life she felt like not killing something though that could soon change if something made her mad. She was used to being mad at the world for whatever it was, whether it was trickery, or deceit, it always seemed to fill her life. Her fur was flat against her spine, not bristling and rather calm, she had her eyes trained on one thing, a ledge.
Part of her didn?t like this new found purpose and it made her want to leap off the edge, but part of her loved the new her, and it was all that was keeping her from a bloody death involving a spike through her skull. She could almost see the blood dripping from her skull. She coughed a little bit, she had no contracts, so it made her wonder if others saw her weakness and if they reflected on it when aiming to find a ruthless killer to do they?re dirty work.
Her tail was completely relaxed, and she was on edge for those who decided they might take advantage of her slight confusion, that was if they could tell she had confusion. She backed farther away from the edge, not wanting anything to happen and scented around the area, hoping that there was no scent of another wolf, and from what she could tell they?re wasn?t. At least there wasn?t anyone there yet. She found that thinking of the past helped enrage her when she needed it, and so she tried, but not even the trickery and deceit of her father could taint this moon.
She also thought of when her brothers beat her, abused her when they found out she had killed wolves, they believed it to be punishment by the old gods and the new, but she saw it as heartlessness that they all had inside them. She found herself starting to get irritated, but then she pondered one simple question, one that decided to haunt her for the days to come. Why was it that she was trying so hard, thinking of so many things, why was she trying to make herself mad?
Arya Salivanti
what do we say to death? not today.
what do we say to death? not today.