Vex

of age .x. female .x. arctic wolf .x. no heart

You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
Waking up alone when I was left to die

A violent storm had taken hold of the terrain some time ago, the ivory huntress traveling through it blindly, mindlessly. Thunder cracks in the near distance, the explosion of sound shattering through her auds as they flatten along her heavy skull. The wolfess is drenched, robes of soaked crimson and white clinging and hugging against her heavy framing. Large and tense muscles ripple beneath the saturated layers, pushing her tall appendages closer and closer away from the weather and towards safety.

Safety being the mouth of a massive cavern that captures Vex’s attention. A vicious strike of lightning lands before her colossal frame, illuminating the shadows of the chamber and allowing her amber spheres to acknowledge the shelter. The large femme does not hesitate, but instead pushes harder and faster, her long limbs burning with fatigue from her journey. When, at last, she reaches the landmark, the demoness infiltrates the vault that nearly immediately sheaths her from the uproar of wind and rainfall.

She does not escape the sounds, however. Rain pellets the roof that towers above her, thunder combining with it to create a horrendous and thunderous noise. A normal varg may be afraid or uneasy of such a storm, but this femme is not. She is too familiar with hurt, with physical pain, as well as emotional. A storm is something she will never fret. She is too hardened, and unfearing of most obstacles that cross her path. Instead, it is a nuisance as a soft chill encases her well toned silhouette. Fiery hues of amber survey her surroundings, verifying that, from what she can tell, she is alone in her sanctuary. Her colossal frame maneuvers deeper into the cave, the weather’s tone becoming more muffled with each wide stride. When she is satisfied that she has distanced herself well from the rain, as well as the entrance, the snowy huntress settles along her haunches upon the cold floor, taking this time to care for her doused cloak.


You don't know about this life I've lived,
All these roads I've walked
All these tears I've bled