05-23-2022, 04:49 PM
For @Nymeria but others are welcome! Generated prompt: Your character is traveling awfully close to a pack. Yet there is a fox coming out of it, with a clearly hunted prey. Do you face said fox, or let it on its way?
It started as a gentle downpour– a soft outcry from the fattened clouds which wept from their heavenly pedestals. Drip, they echoed, followed by sodden drops as their tears collided and burst into fragments of liquid. The sun, even, dared not to venture beyond its shrouded throne, simmering quietly from behind a grayscale canvas of clouds. The air crackled with an unspoken tension and the trees bent beneath the steady current of water, as if praying to appease their grieving sky.
Rather than pay her own homage to the aboveground, Galene had put her stock in something more… tangible. A betterment to the society that had welcomed her with open arms and freed her from the unknown-- the guideless happening that had brought so many others here. She strode with intention through the dampened clutches of plants, through the forming puddles of water and around the ruins that she now called home. Under these conditions, a wolf afflicted by incompetence could have retired to their nest– but Galene was anything but.
She took care to brush past dense thickets of dry foliage, mingling her scent among those of the forest. Her scent, one of the many belonging to Labyrinthian– a keep-away sign that signaled for those of nefarious intent to keep out.
Satisfied with her venture, she pivoted back on her own trail, her footfalls angled toward the crumbling pillars of stone.
But suddenly, she paused.
The rain did well at guising many of the faded scents that had once lingered– but it did not squander the subtle trace of something canine that seeped from a corner of the structure.
Nor did it deafen the sudden shrieks of chickens, called to action by a frantic urge to flee.
A snarl ripped from her now-flashing fangs as her limbs, called to action, rocketed toward the source of the commotion. Shallow pools of water splattered from her hastened heels as she rounded the bend, entering the clutches of the crumbling stone–
Only to watch as a skinny fox, slicked thin by the persistent rain, released its hold on its prey to cower. Cower, cornered on all sides by impenetrable obstacles– some armed with stone, and one teeth.
Kill it. That was what Labyrinthian would want.
She tried to reach that wicked corner of herself; the one that wolves spoke of when they mentioned the inherent darkness that lived in all things. One of malice, one of hate.
But even as the feeling bubbled darkly in her breast, her fangs faltered– her eyes locking on the mortified, reddened perpetrator.
Kill it!
She couldn’t. Not when it was looking at her like that.
“Get out,” she settled, the snarl tinged with venom as her teeth snapped at its fleeing hocks. Filth.
She exhaled, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she’d held captive.
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