~ Wandering Souls ~ Stranger/joiner/intruder? ~

[Mistrim]

To say Mistrim was tired is an understatement. She had been wandering for far too long to be healthy and it was truly starting to effect her. She was good at finding food, she wasn’t too hungry but it was getting colder where she wandered and there was no way of telling which way was which.

She hadn’t spoke to another being in...she doesn’t even know how long.

Waking up in the rubble of a fight she doesn’t remember being in really messes with what a person understands. She hasn’t seen anyone since she had awoken and she was really beginning to get lonely. Granted, she isn’t sure she wants to meet anyone as she would probably run off...maybe she already has? Whenever a noise is heard it’s like alarms ring in her head and she turns tail to leave. What if she could have already meet someone? What if the person who’s scarf she has is looking for her and she ran away?

No. She can tell they are gone even without the memories of who they are. For that she is sure of...

Her tiny frame shivered as the wind nearly knocked her over. It was getting harder and harder to push against the snowy weather. If she had to guess, it might be since she found her way out of the tree line. It made her shiver even more with the realization that it would be much easier to spot her, despite her gray and white pelt. Her scarf wouldn’t be a problem, the yellow color already shrouded by the snow’s light covering which clung to the fabric.

It was hard to see anything, hard to walk.

Hard to think.