11-14-2018, 11:52 PM
"Damn, what the hell happened here?"
Her voice is hoarse as she speaks, coming from a parched and scratchy throat. Her ribs poke through her pelt, much worse than before, the taste of meat repulsive on her tongue and even worse in her nostrils. She can feel the fever setting in in the edges of her mind, hunger driving her towards insanity, the path of a mindless beast who only feeds. Her bones are chilled and she tries to distract herself, eyes with the intensity of the moon itself scanning what was left of Sunhaven's camp. Surely her things had been destroyed in the flood--luckily she didn't leave behind anything important, as she didn't have any such things.
Ymir settles just at the edge of where the small town begins. She stands, limber legs still and her fur catching the breeze, unsure how to continue. It looked deserted, a tight feeling of loss settling in her chest--not from the absence of the clan she used to call home, but because she didn't have any other place to go. She didn't want to be stuck on her own for the third time, though the second had been her own fault. She had been lucky she didn't go feral again.
"Anybody around?" the canine calls out, though her weak voice doesn't travel far. She wondered if everyone was still around, or if they had all died in whatever kind of flood had happened. She takes a step forward, nose to the air and taking in the smells. They were all faint, washed away by the water. But some were stronger than others, as if people had been there recently but were gone now.
So, unsure what else to do, she waits, growing impatient as time ticked by inside her brain. Would she ever learn to be patient? Probably not.
//srry for disappearing but shes Bacc i swear
"speech"
Her voice is hoarse as she speaks, coming from a parched and scratchy throat. Her ribs poke through her pelt, much worse than before, the taste of meat repulsive on her tongue and even worse in her nostrils. She can feel the fever setting in in the edges of her mind, hunger driving her towards insanity, the path of a mindless beast who only feeds. Her bones are chilled and she tries to distract herself, eyes with the intensity of the moon itself scanning what was left of Sunhaven's camp. Surely her things had been destroyed in the flood--luckily she didn't leave behind anything important, as she didn't have any such things.
Ymir settles just at the edge of where the small town begins. She stands, limber legs still and her fur catching the breeze, unsure how to continue. It looked deserted, a tight feeling of loss settling in her chest--not from the absence of the clan she used to call home, but because she didn't have any other place to go. She didn't want to be stuck on her own for the third time, though the second had been her own fault. She had been lucky she didn't go feral again.
"Anybody around?" the canine calls out, though her weak voice doesn't travel far. She wondered if everyone was still around, or if they had all died in whatever kind of flood had happened. She takes a step forward, nose to the air and taking in the smells. They were all faint, washed away by the water. But some were stronger than others, as if people had been there recently but were gone now.
So, unsure what else to do, she waits, growing impatient as time ticked by inside her brain. Would she ever learn to be patient? Probably not.
//srry for disappearing but shes Bacc i swear
"speech"