If it's the days I'm missing
05-04-2017, 11:58 PM
Was she right to reject the help given to her? She had hauled herself up into her den - the princess delicately making sure her wavering mind didn't stray too far. Heather wanted to make sure it was herself that she woke up as, and if she stayed far enough away then she wouldn't harm anyone right? No, she couldn't stay away forever. She couldn't just let her mind take hold of herself and she had get out and about. She was this kingdoms princess, with that she could easily lose the title just as she had gained it. Her muscles contracted at the thought, one day her father approaching her to say she wasn't fit that she just didn't make the cut. Heather took this though and started to run.
Her paws carried her through the mangrove - the autmn air crisp and hitting to her ash pelt. Heather wouldn't let anyone down, she refused to be that wolf that wouldn't stick to her word. Her lungs took in air as much as they burned. Eventually she stopped in the middle of the lands. Letting the grass brush against her paws. Her blue eyes stared towards the skies - clouds melded together carefully. Ready for a spray of rain - but was only threatening as if it was teasing in times of a disaster. Her chest heaved desperate for air since she ran, was there nothing she could do about her mind? |