Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2011 13:58:39 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=4A6474] The young girl walked quietly through the forest, the leaves were no longer held to the branches. In fact they were no longer on the ground anymore either, well at least not visibly. There was a layer of pure white snow on the ground and the air was frigid as she took in a breath. She didn’t mind the cold and ever since the change the snow helped her to disappear in a pinch. She heard the soft crunch of the white fluffy snow under her feet. She could feel a tingling on her cheeks but she wasn’t cold. She never really got cold anymore. Her body was still adjusting to all these new developments. She was still, quite frankly, terrified of what has happened.
She thought back to that night in the mountains. Her friends with her there… the pack of wolves. She reached down absent mindedly to her forearm where there was a scar. A mark the marked the beginning of a new and strange world. A world that she wasn’t sure she was ready for, but she was there nonetheless. She heard the lead wolf growl, a certain menacing in his eyes. A sort of hatred, but that was a human emotion. She watched as they moved forward, frozen by fear. The world went into slow motion. She watched as her friends were ripped apart, she felt the terrible piercing pain of a set of teeth sinking deep into the soft muscle of her arm. The crushing pain made the world go dark, the pain faded as quickly as her consciousness did.
When she came too, the sun was shining in her face, she was warm and she was lying in a soft white bed. She felt as though she had been sleeping for days. She could remember nothing and she looked around a little cautiously. Then the memory of those hate filled eyes running toward her came flooding back to her, and she sobbed. She pulled her legs to her chest wrapping her arms around them holding them tight to her as she sat there and cried and cried and cried. She wept for what seemed to be at least half a turn of the hourglass. Her eyes were red and swollen when someone finally rushed to her and wrapped an arm around her. ‘What’s wrong?’ They asked curiously.
‘I’ve died, I’ve been killed, and now I am dead.’ She said sobbing, knowing that her family and friends would be so devastated by the loss of her. Just as devastated as she was at the realization that she would not see them for a long time.
‘No my dear you aren’t dead.’ She now recognized the voice as that of a female. ‘You are quite alive. You are a lycan…’ she listened as the woman said those strange words. She had heard stories, fairytales about them as a child when they sat around the stone fireplace at home. They weren’t real.
Annora snapped herself back to the present. She sighed and let go of herself, feeling the change that came with her new life coming on. She leaned forward almost as if she intended to crawl and in the blink of an eye was replaced by a beautiful pure white snow. She was nearly invisible against the cold fluff beneath her paws. She broke into a run and felt the thrill of the wind passing through her fur sending a slight chill down her spine. She weaved among the trees trying to outrun herself. Outrun her new life and make it home. She turned and to look back toward the castle. She would never truly try to leave. She knew that there was nothing left for her but a life in the pack. Alone she would be dead. She slowed her run and began to walk leisurely through forest to wherever her paws would take her._____________________Word Count: 650
