- Jul 14, 2022
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Ragged breaths were the only thing reaching scarred ears. Not even the thrum of her paws could be heard by Echolight as she pushed herself through the moors, a mere flash of ivory and clay. Up one hill, flying down another, avoiding jutted rocks with ease. She knew every paw step of this territory, of her home.
It didn’t feel like home any longer. Their burrow now a mere landmark in the mass of the land, forced to return to the uneasy camp, where very few matched her own beliefs.
I’m being dramatic. She couldn’t help but doubt herself within her own mind as her body now forced her to stop her morning run, her legs trembling with exhaustion, but how else was she to cope with her stress and unease? Take out some poor soul with claws and hostility? Start a fight in the middle of camp?
She drags herself to a boulder, using the stones support to rest her shoulder on.
She begins to roll loose soil beneath her paws, lost in thought. Was she really meant for such a militant life style? To sit and nod her head at bloodshed? The questions were dog-piling on her, so much so, she could feel her own self struggling to adapt, and instead shrinking.
Her troubled thoughts were interrupted when a familiar scent washed over her, carried by the breeze. Silence still hung in the air though, until someone was at her side. She didn’t have to look to see who had joined her, she simply leaned against him. "Heavy Snow. " She greeted, not even keeping the heavy tone from her voice, he would know something was wrong anyhow.
"I feel like I’m going mad…"
@HEAVY SNOW
"Speech."
It didn’t feel like home any longer. Their burrow now a mere landmark in the mass of the land, forced to return to the uneasy camp, where very few matched her own beliefs.
I’m being dramatic. She couldn’t help but doubt herself within her own mind as her body now forced her to stop her morning run, her legs trembling with exhaustion, but how else was she to cope with her stress and unease? Take out some poor soul with claws and hostility? Start a fight in the middle of camp?
She drags herself to a boulder, using the stones support to rest her shoulder on.
She begins to roll loose soil beneath her paws, lost in thought. Was she really meant for such a militant life style? To sit and nod her head at bloodshed? The questions were dog-piling on her, so much so, she could feel her own self struggling to adapt, and instead shrinking.
Her troubled thoughts were interrupted when a familiar scent washed over her, carried by the breeze. Silence still hung in the air though, until someone was at her side. She didn’t have to look to see who had joined her, she simply leaned against him. "Heavy Snow. " She greeted, not even keeping the heavy tone from her voice, he would know something was wrong anyhow.
"I feel like I’m going mad…"
@HEAVY SNOW
"Speech."
[ WHAT A TIME ]