Post by Faith on Aug 29, 2007 21:06:10 GMT -5
Each step she took hurt her paw, each movement brought not only physical pain but emotional pain. She knew what was beyond the borders, beyond the faint scents of the pack. Yet she feared it, she feared every fabric of it. Pain flashed through her mind yet again. Her plan had failed. Her attempts to kill ended just as quickly as a mouse attempting to stand up to a falcon. She had been beat, far worse than she had ever imagined. Nothing could save her, but somehow something did. The flash of black fur, it was not Falcon but some other wolf. The fury in his howl as he launched himself at the two wolves that created the scouting party that had torn her to shreds. She ran without looking back, without thanking the strange wolf with a scent that seemed faintly familiar. Why did she care? Why should she wish to prevent the death which she deserved? She didn't, it was an unseen urge that made her move towards the pack she knew would attempt to care for her, one member at least.
She fell, her torn leg hitting the ground and sending even greater impulses of pain into her mind. She wasn't going to make it . . . she was going to die before she ever saw the hope of a caring pack. Caring? Ha. Far from it. She feared all packs but hate was far greater than fear. She looked up slowly, taking what she thought would be her last glance at the pale blue sky. Like her eyes the sky seemed just as endless and as uncaring. No one was up there watching her, nothing existed up there so there was no real point in looking. What she expected to see not even she knew, she only looked out of impulse. Maybe it was the impulse to howl, and she had the sudden urge to let loose a song of pain into the air. She knew she couldn't though, she knew that her ability to howl was gone like her hope of survival. Maybe it was for the best . . . . maybe she didn't deserve to be found. Maybe she didn't deserve to be saved. She felt nothing now, her entire body felt numb as if it were just giving up and shutting down. As was her vision, the daylight around her slowly becoming more and more narrow and being replaced by the darkness that reminded her of the night. A sickness in her stomach, a blaring headache and then - nothing. The thought that rang through her head, right before her body hit the ground. "Now let me enter the night of life. Come unto me death, I have waited far to long for this day."
Her body lay flat, the rise and fall of her chest showing that she was still alive. The blood still coming from the large gash on her leg, making her lame. Scratches all over her body, turning her brilliant white pelt into a crimson and brown slop. She was going to die, and her mind had already given up. She was only passed out at the moment, but now time is her enemy as she bleeds to death on the ground in broad daylight and just a few feet from the borders of the packs territory. So close, and yet so very far.
She fell, her torn leg hitting the ground and sending even greater impulses of pain into her mind. She wasn't going to make it . . . she was going to die before she ever saw the hope of a caring pack. Caring? Ha. Far from it. She feared all packs but hate was far greater than fear. She looked up slowly, taking what she thought would be her last glance at the pale blue sky. Like her eyes the sky seemed just as endless and as uncaring. No one was up there watching her, nothing existed up there so there was no real point in looking. What she expected to see not even she knew, she only looked out of impulse. Maybe it was the impulse to howl, and she had the sudden urge to let loose a song of pain into the air. She knew she couldn't though, she knew that her ability to howl was gone like her hope of survival. Maybe it was for the best . . . . maybe she didn't deserve to be found. Maybe she didn't deserve to be saved. She felt nothing now, her entire body felt numb as if it were just giving up and shutting down. As was her vision, the daylight around her slowly becoming more and more narrow and being replaced by the darkness that reminded her of the night. A sickness in her stomach, a blaring headache and then - nothing. The thought that rang through her head, right before her body hit the ground. "Now let me enter the night of life. Come unto me death, I have waited far to long for this day."
Her body lay flat, the rise and fall of her chest showing that she was still alive. The blood still coming from the large gash on her leg, making her lame. Scratches all over her body, turning her brilliant white pelt into a crimson and brown slop. She was going to die, and her mind had already given up. She was only passed out at the moment, but now time is her enemy as she bleeds to death on the ground in broad daylight and just a few feet from the borders of the packs territory. So close, and yet so very far.
