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I don't want to, she cried inside, blinking back the hot fast tears that tried to break free from her eyelids. You can't make me, she wanted to shout, scream, turn tail and run. But she held fast, knawing on the spear-shaft, quivering slightly with the focus she enforced upon herself.
Be brave, the wolf said, and that was when she snapped, when she broke. It wasn't rage that filled her, but a severe, overwhelming sadness, a sense of helplessness tainted with a flash of frustration, but driven by a deeper determination. A hard thrust, and the wolf was down, unconscious. A harder shove, and his head was in the stream of water that fell down the walls. The water would take what was left of his life-source - and Cirrus would wallow in her self-loathing while it did.
Tears streamed from the cerulean depths of her eyes, and rain moved across her pelt, an indicator of the weather beyond the reaches of the caves' infinite depths. As she stood over the fallen body of the wolf, she peered down, and saw an old canine tooth knocked loose from the ancient beast's mouth, and collected it up along with the rest of her belongings. She tucked it securely in the folds of feathers, her gaze catching on something else as she did so.
It shone dully, the amulet the wolf left behind. It wasn't dissimilar to the one Cirrus had been given -a life time ago - she cut the thought off as she scooped it up and tied it to the base of her mane.
Massive thanks ali!!!
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts
I write what I feel at the time
and hope everyone else does the same c:
