Depths of evergreen branches filled her vision as she stared, without intent and no direction in mind. She had wandered back into this land only days ago, her heart had been dead set on finding that mysterious honey eyed woman, but as she searched and search she realized she didn’t know what she was looking for anymore. Or rather who. All she remembered was the beautiful honey glazed eyes. She couldn’t pin point a scent or even vaguely remember what it had been tinged with. Maybe because it had been her father’s scent that had mostly covered the mysterious female. If only her father had kept it together. If only he had stayed. Maybe then she would’ve had a normal life. She wouldn’t be questioning her sexuality or looking for her lost mother figure. Oh how she adored the world at this moment, realizing how truly lost she was becoming. The farther she moved into these woodlands the more she realized she could not turn back. Not only because she would not know how to get back, but because she could not return back to her father’s pack, Maccon, or her children. Or Ky. A soft sigh left her lips remembering their time, no matter how short lived. It had been the best of her life, the one time she could say that she had truly experienced pleasure.
Ky had been her first. And she was Ky’s.
Soft pallid lids blinked slowly as Sabelle tried to gather her thoughts. She wanted to remember why she had specifically come here, but there hadn’t really been any true reason for it. When she had first arrived she had headed straight for the border of her old home, Spring Grounds. And instead of the beautiful, eternally flowering fields she had remembered there was only the barren, charred land. There seemed to the hum of electricity in the air constantly threatening to strike any wandering wolf, unlucky enough to be caught near there in the event of a storm. Sabelle’s coat had stood on end, the creamy whites and pale creams sparking against each other and sending little pins into her skin. The femme had not remained long in case the electricity decided to strike once more upon that old oak. It’s proud trunk now shattered into thousands of broken shards, jagged against the back drop of the sky. Not long after she had left she had heard a deafening crack of thunder exploding against the earth behind her. She did not look back after that, her old life was gone and with it was the mysterious woman. She had no way to find her now.
That’s how she had ended wandering to this place, thick with evergreens. She wanted to find peace and solitude. The air in the woods was quiet, with only a slight hum of the local birds here and there. Many had found their way to better places to bed down for the winter. Those that remained were mostly quiet except for random chirps. The air wanted to bite at her skin with its cool temperatures, but she was blessed with her father’s thick wintery coat. Lush layers of undercoat insulated her against the nipping wind or gentle flakes of snow. Only her pads feel the bite of the frost on the ground, but even that is a faint sort of pins and needles feeling. The calluses on her pads were too thick to really feel much. Her nose twitched as she began to scent other wolves approaching the scene where she was headed. She ducked her head staying low in profile so as not to be noticed while she approached. A sudden silence seemed to settle over the land that sent a chill up Sabelle’s spine. Something was amiss. And suddenly the ground beneath her paws erupted into a shower of light, all colors bellowed from the land in a thunderous crack that sent smashed into Sabelle. Her claws dug deep into the soil but the shock to her bones made her go limp as she crumpled to the ground, her eyes fluttering closed.
Her body laid there crumpled in a heap of creams and whites. The chest heaved in shock a few times before her body fell back into a controlled rhythmic repetition of sucking air in and pushing it back out from her lungs. There was no telling how long she would remain knocked unconscious, but in truth there was no telling how she would come away from this explosion of magic; whether she realized that this is what had happened to her or not. Sabelle had been too young to really see the lay of the land for what it was before she had been ripped away by her father. The changed landscape had not been a sign to her of the magic, and in her own distraction she had hardly felt the pull of it.
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