03-02-2019, 06:35 PM
She wasn't a cowardly person, but when she thought about having to move on from here, it made her uneasy. She wasn't eager to leave, not because she was fond of Snowbound, but because she didn't know what else she would do, or where she would go. What place was safe? As far as she was concerned, she didn't feel safe anywhere, like eyes were always watching her every move. She had no sense of direction in her life anymore, and it both frustrated and depressed her.
Nevertheless, West felt she had outstayed her welcome. Everyone here was friendly--sometimes too friendly for her liking--but she knew she could only stay so long before she blew her cover somehow, before people found out about what she had done. She didn't want to risk any of that.
So, finally, she was ready to leave. She hadn't brought any belongings with her, which was better in her mind; it made it easier to leave without anyone noticing. She didn't want it to turn into some big thing. Casting one last look around the small place she had settled down in, she turned and headed out, paws sinking down into the biting snow. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a dim orange glow over the land. She made sure to get up before anyone else, give herself the chance to slip away.
The canine trudged through the white powder gathered on the ground, not looking back towards the large spire that rose up towards the sky, eyes trained on the rocky terrain before her. She couldn't help wondering how she had found herself here in the first place, among the mountains. Had she really wandered that far, no destination in mind? It made her sad to think how far away she was from where she had started out, yet also gave her a small sense of relief. But she quickly brushed these emotions off--there was no time for such things now.
Through her aimless thinking and pondering, she realized she had reached a particularly steep place in the mountains, jagged stones reaching out from the ground as it sloped down. She wasn't perturbed, though, especially not with the idea that she would have to turn back and possibly be discovered by some Snowbounders. Instead she measured her steps, paying close attention to where she placed her paws.
For what was the next time of many, she wasn't careful enough, a mistake she hadn't made in a long while. The loose bits of rock faltered under her paws, until they came free, sending her slipping and falling. She rolled, vision a blur of white and grey, until she was abruptly stopped by one of the large boulders, her side crashing into it. Through the disorientation, she could hear a low, sickening crack. Stars danced in front of her eyes at the pain that slammed into her body.
A strangled cry broke from her throat before she could stop it. It carried over the empty morning air, the sound only worsening the agony she now felt, raking through her whole being and making it difficult to move or even think. Her brain was still spinning, head light and swimming, trying to grip what was happening. Before she could come to terms, consciousness steadily slipped away from her, until everything turned black.
//wounds: a few broken ribs, minor cuts and scratches
Nevertheless, West felt she had outstayed her welcome. Everyone here was friendly--sometimes too friendly for her liking--but she knew she could only stay so long before she blew her cover somehow, before people found out about what she had done. She didn't want to risk any of that.
So, finally, she was ready to leave. She hadn't brought any belongings with her, which was better in her mind; it made it easier to leave without anyone noticing. She didn't want it to turn into some big thing. Casting one last look around the small place she had settled down in, she turned and headed out, paws sinking down into the biting snow. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a dim orange glow over the land. She made sure to get up before anyone else, give herself the chance to slip away.
The canine trudged through the white powder gathered on the ground, not looking back towards the large spire that rose up towards the sky, eyes trained on the rocky terrain before her. She couldn't help wondering how she had found herself here in the first place, among the mountains. Had she really wandered that far, no destination in mind? It made her sad to think how far away she was from where she had started out, yet also gave her a small sense of relief. But she quickly brushed these emotions off--there was no time for such things now.
Through her aimless thinking and pondering, she realized she had reached a particularly steep place in the mountains, jagged stones reaching out from the ground as it sloped down. She wasn't perturbed, though, especially not with the idea that she would have to turn back and possibly be discovered by some Snowbounders. Instead she measured her steps, paying close attention to where she placed her paws.
For what was the next time of many, she wasn't careful enough, a mistake she hadn't made in a long while. The loose bits of rock faltered under her paws, until they came free, sending her slipping and falling. She rolled, vision a blur of white and grey, until she was abruptly stopped by one of the large boulders, her side crashing into it. Through the disorientation, she could hear a low, sickening crack. Stars danced in front of her eyes at the pain that slammed into her body.
A strangled cry broke from her throat before she could stop it. It carried over the empty morning air, the sound only worsening the agony she now felt, raking through her whole being and making it difficult to move or even think. Her brain was still spinning, head light and swimming, trying to grip what was happening. Before she could come to terms, consciousness steadily slipped away from her, until everything turned black.
//wounds: a few broken ribs, minor cuts and scratches