fiammetta
by fire be purged
Her sentence was almost over and yet, strangely, she was loathe to leave.
It was not the icy weather that kept her, nor the promise of a lonely road outside of the borders. It was far more crucial than that. On the borderline she had learnt so much about Tobias and his nameless imprint, their relationship teaching her more about her foes than she had even imagined was there. Also, she had seen something behind the scarred mask of the black wolf, something she wanted to delve deeper into. So she had decided that, until she got the opportunity to speak with the queen of the fields again, she would simply bide her time.
Fiam found it strange that she had seen hide nor hair of another living being inside the scent line, and marked it down to a pack with few members, most of its residents relocating when a new and untrusted leader stepped in to take the crown. Luckily for the black lady though, as the white fatale had meant what she said. If she met another wolf, she still planned to plant the seeds of rebellion in their mind, to sow contempt for their overlord. More than that though, Fiammetta found herself longing for companionship. Mostly, she walked the road of life alone but, now and again, her churning, vengeful mind desired a reprieve in the form of talking with another. Her preference would have been Atlas, but he had not been back to visit her and she had begun to despair that he didn't share her affections. Therefore, instead of hanging at the borders like a lovestruck puppy, she had made her way inland and lay now upon a cold, grey rock in the heart of the landscape, enjoying the creamy rays of sunlight that bathed her icy skin.
After so long suffering winter's bite, the pinkness of her wounds had begun to fade, leaving behind an ugly mass of crumbling flesh that was blackened at its corners as it scrolled up and fell to line the snow. The burning itch of it drove her mad with annoyance but, alas, the cold air did not care for her whining and continued its assault with heedless exuberance so that she was driven to line her delicate side with icy mud to soothe the fire. It worked somewhat, and the sensation of it drying and cracking beneath the glorious, orange face of summer's remembered warmth-giver was delicious. She shut her single, fiery eye to better enjoy her situation, and flicked an ear, unusually comfortable.
No Home - No Family - 5YO - 28 in, 32 lbs