I Want To Breathe Again
01-10-2015, 07:34 PM
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01-18-2015, 01:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2015, 08:42 PM by Epiphron.)
Ludicael was a quiet place, especially during winter. The prisoners were still here, but elusive at best -- they seemed content to hide in the shadows, shackled down by chains they didn't even have the courage to try to break free from. To be so afraid was foreign to her. She was not exactly a fighter, and yet for her life? Her freedom? She couldn't imagine sitting back and doing nothing. The Adravendi children had never been raised to be so spineless. Silence engulfed her as she made her way from the mangroves. This place was slowly growing familiar to her, and though she knew she could easily grow to consider it home it would never give her the same warm feeling as the plains in the west did, nor the painful nostalgia that thoughts of the range gave her. There were few wolves here that she knew, and being appointed not just to harbinger -- but also to heir, a thing that still surprised her -- she figured she needed to speak to some of the wolves. She knew there were a few non-prisoners here, though she knew virtually nothing of them. Graceful paws carried her to the welcome warmth of the spring, her eyes dancing across the horizon as he nose sniffed at the crisp spring air, searching for anyone who dared show their face today. A massive grey creature stood at the edge of the spring. A slight smirk tugged at her features. This was no prisoner, she was certain of it; she was a giant bitch and it was laughable to imagine her sitting by passively, and not fighting for her own freedom. Her gait was relaxed as she moved to approach her, tail curling instinctively over her back, her face decorated with a gentle but reserved smile. "Good afternoon, miss...?" she'd begin, head tilting curiously as she came to rest near her. |