twenty-four failures

[runaway]

I’ll be your…
Runaway

”Everything you know is a lie. You want equality? Fight for it. Nothing is free. Nothing is what you thought it was. You know this world around you? Cherish it. We all won’t be here for long. Too harsh? Toughen up, kid. Out here everyone will pick off the weakest link, and you just might be next.”

The words had been beaten into the young creature. Time and time again they had been repeated to ensure she would never forget. And those words she lived by, but the bitter reality the world had thrown to the three year old shaped her into a different mold. Where Mother Nature had been generous to some, she was neglected numerous things. The affection of her parents when she so needed it the most, and one thing that was more important… The ability to see. Always dealt the harsh card, Runaway grew up all too fast. The one who truly raised her died half a year ago. Fair? Far from it. A frustrated exhale was pushed forcefully between her lips. Ghostly and eerie, milky blue eyes narrowed at the ground. The cataracts had possessed her eyes, and thus had created an empty and chilling feel to those whom stared upon them. Their glazed over and piercing appearance nearly froze others to the bone, and it was almost as if they saw straight through them, reading into their every thought and peeking into their soul. Needless to say, most turned tail and ran when Runaway was around which was exactly what she wanted.

"Who had the brilliant idea to make trees, and so many of them?" The voice – after months of not being used – broke into the air. The voice was rough and sarcastic, but Runaway cleared her throat to pass it off as something out of the ordinary. It felt weird to hear herself speak, and well, even if she was speaking to herself, it was odd. Sidestepping, Runaway snorted at the tree in which she had bumped into. She left behind her rhetorical question unanswered; she really did not care for the response to her inquiry. She assumed that one day she would know why. Until then, she wouldn’t allow it to bother her much further. Runaway’s petite frame moved through the cover of night. Her strides were choppy and unsure as she pressed further into the foliage, attempting to find the way out. Her brown coat lacked luster, and thus looked dull and unappealing. Runaway didn’t care for appearances. What good did it do when she couldn’t see herself? The full moon that loomed above her caressed the land with its unearthly glow. As the shards of pale white contrasted to her body, she appeared to look more menacing. Her solemn face blank and lifeless was hollowed out by the shadows cast around her. However, as the moon’s light hit her at the right angle, every pale pink scar was revealed. Her scarred maw mirrored her battered body; however they seemed to glorify Runaway. She seemed to look like a weathered general that had seen more battles than one could imagine, and Runaway had a knack for getting herself into trouble. Most of the time she expected it, but other times it caught her off guard.

Tensing her small muscle mass, Runaway listened to the world around her attentively. The wind swirled around her, its fingers ruffling the dark brown color around her legs, and then made its way to the light brown that didn’t dare leak onto her legs. Her face matched the color on her legs, forming an odd mask around her face, but merely caused her abnormal eyes to protrude from her features even more. I have a feeling I’m going in circles. She thought to herself, and with this thought, she sat down. Runaway sighed to herself, forcing herself to listen to the world around her. The sounds of creatures’ claws clattering on the bark of trees reverberated into her ears. Her hearing was impeccable, though it was expected after losing a sense. Her unseeing eyes focused on nothing in particular, but all she saw was the black oblivion that stretched for miles. Nothing new. She thought, allowing her eyes to roll lazily before she tried to occupy herself with the sounds made by the creatures of the night.

Ooc: Please excuse the awful post. It will improve.

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img831/474/audentblbgd.jpg,true] One foot. Two. It was a pleasantly warm day in Zahir, and the desert was teeming with life. Several species of birds were flying high and low, chirping and singing the day away. One pair was claiming their territory, while a lonely male of a different species was calling for a mate. A Horned lizard lay across a shaded rock, lapping up meandering ants that made the deadly mistake of crawling too closely. A mother jackal was playing with her two older kits near their den. The young mulatto did not see or hear any of the day to day desert life; his mind was a million miles away… One foot. Two. His hazel eyes were far too focused on his dainty crème paws shuffling through the sand. Dainty paws undoubtedly inherited by his petite Ethiopian mother. He grimaced at the idea of his mother, and how he prayed every day that he could simply forget her memory, or the lack thereof. Auden was slowly sauntering back towards Isdyn’s Deep, the den of the pack of Zahir. His pack. His father’s pack. A sigh escaped him. With no one around he could huff and puff all he wanted, he wouldn’t have to explain his mood to anyone. One foot. Two. When choosing his path back towards the den site, Auden purposefully opted for the route less travelled. He had followed the Aughgar for a mile south, give or take a few dozen lengths, where the water nearest the shore was smooth and shallow. There he quelled his thirst from the trek, and drank more to sustain his hydration; one could never drink enough in the desert. From the river he would cross the rocky valley towards the dormant volcano. He knew Zahir well, during the war the pack moved around often, leading their fatal followers on a wild goose chase through the desert. It happened that their greatest ally was the land they called home. One foot- By travelling an indirect route, Auden figured he wouldn’t have to be bothered by crossing paths with anyone, little did he know that by taking the foreign course he would encounter not only someone he didn’t want to deal with, but someone who wouldn’t want to deal with him. The brown wolf had been sitting amongst the dry bushels of plant life, and low growing cactus’ for some time before Auden actually noticed her. Her scent on the wind was cause enough for him to raise his gaze from his paws, his hazel eyes for the first time in a while scanning the area around him. The unfamiliar wolf sat roughly fifty lengths away, northwest of his current position. The young heir mulled over his options from this point. He could, and should confront the female, question her about why she came here, invite her in as the hospitable pack they were. Surely she was not a canine breed from around these parts, and could die within a matter of days if left alone out here in The Occasus wilderness. Or, he could mind his own business and pretend that he never even saw her sitting there. Let Irirangi or Father deal with her… he muttered inwardly. Then again, he was far too close to the wolf to go unnoticed himself; they were probably looking for members of the pack and would surely spot him walking under the luminescent light of the full moon. He preferred the latter, but knew he could never live with himself if they had found this wolf later on, but as a decaying carcass. Sighing heavily, Auden picked up his, dainty paws, and begrudgingly walked towards the trespassing female. Walking up from behind her, he observed the brown coated wolf as best he could. He noted that her fur was unkempt, tangled and heavily shedding an undercoat meant to keep her warm in other territories. She also seemed lost, not necessarily about where she was, but just mentally lost. Since he was approaching her from the rear, he made sure to make lots of noise as walked, she had yet to turn around and face him, and her stillness was making him uneasy. He cleared his throat once he was well within earshot from the female, and stammered, “Uh..um..Hu-hullo- miss?” His voice dipped down low at his form of ‘hello’. “C-can I help you?” his asked, his voice cracked in the beginning but quickly recovered and settled into a more natural boyish tone. He hated this part of the growing up process. Wolven brow furrowed, and he huffed angrily at himself. ***** words: 763. muse: average. notes: sorry it took a little longer than I had anticipated, but thank you for replenishing my muse for this lil' guy. ^^ and there were some discrepancies between your post and mine, but I'm feeling much to lazy to re-do all that I should. sorry about that too.