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 Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:35 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:58 am
Enchante sighed heavily, it was really hitting her hard this feeling of overwhelming sadness. The sense of the unknown and loss was trying to push her under. Why had she been the only one to survive while the rest of her pack… her family… She paused at the painful reality. Sickness was an evil thing. If you didn’t have a strong type of personality, one could easily drown under those feelings. She was a lone wolf and that was something that crawled under her skin making her want to lash out. A lone wolf was a dead wolf or so her parents had told her as well as her siblings when they were all younger. Enchante it wasn’t healthy to create a pack after recently just loosing so many that she had been close too.
Time to focus on the future and what was best for her instead of focusing on what couldn’t be changed. It was time to leave this area, what once was home was now a place of pain and sorrow. Her tail raised from a droop to a full on point. Raising her head Enchante took a deep breath to let out a mournful howl and was almost like her family was right there with her saying goodbye. The sound was echoing and bouncing off the mountain walls that leant to the sound as well as strength of her howls.Lykaios or known to some as Lyka. Well that some being what was left of her family. Her grandmother who had taken on ill recently. The idea of losing the last of her family was a scary thought to process. Instead of dealing Lyka choose to focus on other things that some would call ridiculous and foolhardy. It was that type of behaviour that had landed her in this situation right now. Dangling from a tree branch a few feet above a waterfall. Her 'friends' had dared her to cross said branch in order to make it to the other side. They had gloated her and wheedled her into showing them that she was capable of crossing without falling. All she had to do was collect the amber stones nudged into the stone wall on the other side.
She had been too confident and stupid to see the situation as it was. Silly. Her 'friends' had abandoned her at the first sign of a crack. The branch was coming apart and was trying to take her with it.
Hours had gone by since Enchante had said her last goodbyes and she was vastly becoming more and more lost.
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