08-17-2022, 10:01 PM
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Screams of anguish, snarls and roars. The dying wails of her kin as their bodies fell, thump, thump, thump. Defeat enclosed her like the darkness of the night, doused in her blood. Their blood. And then, as furious eyes towered over her, looming jaws snapping with greed. She prayed to the Goddess for strength. She would not go gently into the dark night.
Then, silence.
She awoke with ringing in her ears and blinded by bright white, it was cold oh so cold. The bitter frost stung her nose and doused her body, violet eyes strained against the thundering headache that dared to split her skull. A groan. As moments passed, her vision became clearer. This was not the plush, temperate forest of her home.
She was in a baron, snow-filled wasteland.
She called out to her kin. Silence. Only the howl of winds to keep her company.
Then she remembered.
Chucked out. Left for dead, left to rot amongst the corpses of the wolves she lead. She had failed them as their Queen. A mother. A wife.
That crushing weight pressed upon her.
But she was not a petty fool, no. Even when all was lost she was trained to push on.
So she rose. Trembling. Weakened. But not down.
And she walked.
And walked.
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