Wildshire
Wishlist; any natural themed decor, herbs (charcoal namely), bones, well anything really XD Im fairly new so I don't know a ton of items lol
His voice was as cold and bitter as the biting winds that roared around them. Two wolves, shadows against a storming sea of frigid alabaster, stood lone on the mountain top, a steaming stroke of scarlet marking the ground beneath them.
It was hard to hear through the roaring of blood in her ears, but the malice carved into her opponents face told her more than his words ever could. Blood streaked down the right side of his face, dripping from a freshly scarred muzzle and into the snow in a fleeting whisper of warmth. She watched it fall, but any glimmer of satisfaction she might have felt was squandered by the pain of her own injuries.
She couldn't speak, instead staring ahead with sharp, heaving breaths as the pain warmed her frost bitten limbs. She knew she was no longer welcome here, but the sting of his words didn't come from his own hatred towards her, however insurmountable that may be. Instead, it came from the loss of those who raised and loved her her whole life, those who surely would be told she perished to the bitter winters cold on his return without her. But maybe, it was better that way.
Easing her breath, Jakobe inhaled slowly, numb to the frigid sting that followed. Across from her, the shape of Kadvar faded into the ever growing hunger of winter until his form was entirely consumed by the Great Wall of white. Ironically, the person she most wanted out of her life was now her only connection to it… and even he had gone.
And there she stood for what seemed like years, praying that she too could be consumed by the hunger of this voracious winter, forever.
To be continued…
The Beginning
" Go, Jakobe, and may I never catch your scent on these winds again. "
His voice was as cold and bitter as the biting winds that roared around them. Two wolves, shadows against a storming sea of frigid alabaster, stood lone on the mountain top, a steaming stroke of scarlet marking the ground beneath them.
It was hard to hear through the roaring of blood in her ears, but the malice carved into her opponents face told her more than his words ever could. Blood streaked down the right side of his face, dripping from a freshly scarred muzzle and into the snow in a fleeting whisper of warmth. She watched it fall, but any glimmer of satisfaction she might have felt was squandered by the pain of her own injuries.
She couldn't speak, instead staring ahead with sharp, heaving breaths as the pain warmed her frost bitten limbs. She knew she was no longer welcome here, but the sting of his words didn't come from his own hatred towards her, however insurmountable that may be. Instead, it came from the loss of those who raised and loved her her whole life, those who surely would be told she perished to the bitter winters cold on his return without her. But maybe, it was better that way.
Easing her breath, Jakobe inhaled slowly, numb to the frigid sting that followed. Across from her, the shape of Kadvar faded into the ever growing hunger of winter until his form was entirely consumed by the Great Wall of white. Ironically, the person she most wanted out of her life was now her only connection to it… and even he had gone.
And there she stood for what seemed like years, praying that she too could be consumed by the hunger of this voracious winter, forever.
To be continued…
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