Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 20:04:28 GMT -6
Fray had been fleeing for hours, days, months. She didn't keep track, and she didn't care. She had killed her, killed her mother in cold blood. The moment played over and over in her head. Driving the young female onwards. The resistance of her mother's chest against her paws as she pushed her over the bank. The sight of her lifeless eyes and the gentle water lapping at her fur. The way her blood smelled; fresh, the tang unfamiliar in her snout. The blood had left her mother's broken body in ribbons, fading from crimson too a dull pink as it was diluted by the water. She had done that. She had polluted the pure water with the crimson of death. Why had she done it? Why had she fought back? Maybe if she had just taken her beating like a good girl her mother would still be alive. Maybe if she hadn't been so selfish, maybe is she hadn't been the runt, maybe if she hadn't been frayed. Maybe maybe maybe maybe. Her brain was filled with what ifs, playing over and over in her mind like the ranting of her mother. Over and over and over. Was she crazy like her mother? The exposure to those herbs finally catching up with her? Fray shock a head full of pain and maybes. If she could only stop thinking about it, stop remembering. But alas, her subconscious refused to obey, the scene playing on in a continuous loop. If she wasn't already crazy, she would be soon.
The swish of the wind through the underbrush was like a healing caress against her psyche. It was so familiar, reminding her of those oh so rare moments of solitude and bliss back in the wilderness of home. But those moments were so far away, so faded. The feeling was fleeting, keeping the memories away for but moments. Moments that she carefully tucked against her heart and burned into her memory. Breathing deeply Fray blinked at the scent that teased her nose. It was... unfamiliar to say the least. Enticing but unknown, scary. With trepidation the young female pushed onwards with shaky legs and dull eyes. She hadn't had a full night sleep since she murdered her mother. Jumping at every breath of the forest, every shift of the night. Her dreams plagued by her mother. Bloody and broken she screamed at her from the stream. Told her how it was her fault, how she didn't deserve to live, how she was frayed. Screaming and ranting Frays mother's voice haunted her every moment. Tickling her ears while she was awake, tearing at her mind while she was asleep.
Wonder pounded through Frays body for the first time I her young life, the emotion foreign. An expanse of blue stretched out before her, unending and mighty. What she could only guess where giant rapids dashing against the shore. They looked like the water of the river when it had swollen that day after a terrible storm. Crashing and spraying upon the field of little pebbles. No river could be so expansive, it was impossible. Fray had, she reckoned, reached the end of the world.
The sky was pure, no clouds marring its pristine surface. As she gazed out upon the ending of the world she wondered if it was where the sky meet the earth. The water, a perfect reflection of the blue expanse above. Maybe they fought an eternal battle, the earth and the sky. The sky forever hounding the earth with its water, fluid and deviating. The earth forever holding its ground, neither fleeing or fighting. Immovable and steadfast. Fray lost herself to her pondering. Her mind filled with unanswered questions, her ears, the screams of a dead mother and the crashing of the battle between earth and sky.
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Other: Open to all! ^^ Just hopping for Fray to have interaction with other wolves no matter who they are or what their intentions.