07-22-2018, 08:41 PM
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Lady was hungry.
It was the type of hunger that just about consumed a person, eating at them from the inside out. She was tired too, paws clumsily leading her thin - too thin - form down from the jagged peaks of the mountains and back towards civilization. She had no concept of what that was though, just that the warm and inviting smell of bodies made her mouth water and her stomach rumble. Feline. They smelled feline. She would have to have some luck with one of them, right? As tiny and nimble as they were, they were no match for her powerful jaws and superior size and strength. She'd snap one of them up. She knew she would.
But even the feral creature had her vague doubts, paw steps halfway uncertain as she descended further and further upon Snowbound's village. At one point, Lady would have truly been a danger to its inhabitants, a lethal beast made for killing that did not understand the moral implications of simply taking another's life. She had been humbled though, perpetual hunger reducing her to nothing but a swaying wolf, tail almost tucked between her legs. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. It was all the direwolf could think about, faint now.
Days. It had been days.
She hadn't realized how weak she was, the change in altitude all but ensuring that she would collapse halfway to the village. Death... it was an unknown concept to her, her only experience with the omnipresent force being the victims she killed and offered up to it. It didn't occur to her as she laid there, golden eyes half-lidded, that she was close to death. Starved. She was starved. Days... weeks without nutrition had finally taken their toll on her. But even through the agony that ensnared her body, that hunger relentless and evil now - at least to her - she could still detect something vaguely familiar. The snow muted almost everything but no... there was no denying it- a piece of her childhood, as tattered and foggy as it was, was here.
She needed it.
Needed to see it.
And so Lady did the only thing she could think of, the last bit of strength used in righting her body into a sitting position so that she could release a long and low howl.
I'm here.
Acknowledge me.
Lady was hungry.
It was the type of hunger that just about consumed a person, eating at them from the inside out. She was tired too, paws clumsily leading her thin - too thin - form down from the jagged peaks of the mountains and back towards civilization. She had no concept of what that was though, just that the warm and inviting smell of bodies made her mouth water and her stomach rumble. Feline. They smelled feline. She would have to have some luck with one of them, right? As tiny and nimble as they were, they were no match for her powerful jaws and superior size and strength. She'd snap one of them up. She knew she would.
But even the feral creature had her vague doubts, paw steps halfway uncertain as she descended further and further upon Snowbound's village. At one point, Lady would have truly been a danger to its inhabitants, a lethal beast made for killing that did not understand the moral implications of simply taking another's life. She had been humbled though, perpetual hunger reducing her to nothing but a swaying wolf, tail almost tucked between her legs. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. It was all the direwolf could think about, faint now.
Days. It had been days.
She hadn't realized how weak she was, the change in altitude all but ensuring that she would collapse halfway to the village. Death... it was an unknown concept to her, her only experience with the omnipresent force being the victims she killed and offered up to it. It didn't occur to her as she laid there, golden eyes half-lidded, that she was close to death. Starved. She was starved. Days... weeks without nutrition had finally taken their toll on her. But even through the agony that ensnared her body, that hunger relentless and evil now - at least to her - she could still detect something vaguely familiar. The snow muted almost everything but no... there was no denying it- a piece of her childhood, as tattered and foggy as it was, was here.
She needed it.
Needed to see it.
And so Lady did the only thing she could think of, the last bit of strength used in righting her body into a sitting position so that she could release a long and low howl.
I'm here.
Acknowledge me.
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[div style="font:helevetica; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 60%;"]lady | snowbound | feral direwolf | penned by florence
[div style="font:helevetica; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 60%;"]lady | snowbound | feral direwolf | penned by florence