EVERLAST - FIVE - NO ANYTHING

Her life had become a reign of terror the moment she had stepped foot into the lands of Molodian. Her belly had then been swollen with the promise of life, a promise given to her without her permission or desire but still taken nonetheless. It wasn't as if Everlast had been truly inspired by the children within her womb. She had been tired, lost, and hopeless. Their birth had only garnered her attention because it was her motherly instinct taking over but she had not felt any real love for them. Just the commitment that comes with carrying such a creature within one's own belly for weeks, of feeding oneself in order to feed them as well. Then the most beautiful female had come along with her red-printed face and the most mesmerizing electric green eyes. Seline. At first the name had been synonymous with kindness and hope yet the moment that she had found herself near the den of the strong female things had become so wicked and wild that Everlast had trouble computing what had happened.

The way her children had been crushed between the very jaws that had so meticulously carried them from their birthplace. The way the children of the suddenly wicked witch had watched in fascination before they had been given the remains of her own children for supper... it was seared into her mind, her bird-like heart threatening to give out. She had wanted to fight back, had even screamed at Seline and tried to jolt forward to stop the massacre before her. She had tried to fight for the little one at her paws but it had been for naught. She was weakened from childbirth and even so she was no match for the body of Seline.

Thus she had watched the very thing she had hoped to achieve - freedom, life - being flushed down the drain. Seline had made it clear in a not so nice way that Everlast was not to leave. That Everlast was neither a guest or friend but more of a prisoner. Oh the female could be persuasive but there was always a bite to everything she did - both literally and figuratively. Everlast hated her life. Her body now bore more wounds from the treatment of those vile pups who seemed to take glory in chewing upon her and as much as she snapped at their heads and tried to get them off of her they swarmed like fucking flies.

Now they had left Asteraia and she had begun to perk up, white-backed ears swiveling while her steel gray eyes casually took in everything around them. They had settled into an abandoned den and off Seline had went to do whatever the hell she did - torment more souls perhaps? The pups, most of whom were not so much pups anymore, wandered around doing their own thing while she lay poised near the den.

But not for long.

The moment each wolf was out of sight her body shot up and forward, a bolt loosed from a crossbow. Tail straight out she runs, faster and faster, but she is neither a sprinter nor a racer so all she can hope is that they will leave her be, that they will not notice where the plaything has went as she races through the woods heading north. To a pack where she might find sanctuary.