these people keep to themselves,
She was cursed - yes, that must have been it. With everything compounding, it had fast become obvious that some kind of dark omen must have been following her. How else could it have been explained? Weylin, Latika, even that fellow Brutus - gone, gone, gone, every last one of them. It seemed she had some kind of cursed touch, some affliction that destroyed not her but those around her. The selfish part within her blessed her for it, after all, she was not hurt - the only reason she ached at all was for her own selfish desire of friendship. There was good within her, though, the last living testament to her parents that begged her to believe otherwise or find a way to remedy it if it was the case. Screw it! She'd lost her family and somebody she had been foolish to call a friend so what had she to lose anymore? Her home? Bah! It was already being taken by some foreigner undoubtedly. The rest of her siblings were already dead or so far scattered that they'd never return and the sands of Litherum were buried beneath the tide or consumed by the earth.
She had nothing and in turn, why should others be permitted to have things? Bullshit, it was!
She was sick of Glorall, sick of just waiting around for some King or Queen that would apparently come. She was sick of summer and the unbearable heat her stupid fluffy fur brought her and most of all, she was sick of waiting around for company that would never happen. Yeah, she loved the sand and the ocean but not when wolves such as Salem and Ever-whatever stood about crying into it. The one piece of calm she had and they couldn't help but attach misery to it, could they? Screw it and screw them - she had made up her mind. She would leave and not return until they had their crap together. Two years - two years she'd survived without them and she could damn well do it again. Sure it meant less food and less comfortable living spaces but come on. She'd not even said a single 'seeya' to any of the pack before she had slunk out, avoiding the prying eyes of any who still held onto their petty border patrolling. All they'd gotten from her was a roll of the eyes and a den covered by logs and moss - nobody was touching her trinket collection while she was gone. Nobody.
The outside world seemed so strange, though, and for the most part she felt entirely lost. Where could she even go? She had nowhere and nobody so in some last ditch effort to fit in, she'd returned to where she had started - the mideastern crater. It was just as desolate as ever, an endless plain of crisp golden grass that she stood out among like a sore thumb. In the golden light of the morning, her obviousness was only made more, well, obvious. For all the beauty her parents had given her, she still remained completely and utterly useless at camouflaging herself without the cover of snow and her thick puppy-like fur gave her no reprieve from the sun. Even in the morning she was immediately forced back into the shade of the sparse tree coverage, her stride stiff and head lowered - if there had ever been a disgruntled wolf, it was certainly d'Mani.
With a huff, she settled onto her belly beneath the shade, her ears forced back and brows furrowed in thought. Her paws crossed in front of her before she rested her head atop them, mumbling beneath her breath about the general incompetence of generally everything in the world. She was a sour creature and today, she knew it.
all living in their own hell |
