Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 1:35:10 GMT -5
Maven walked, her body stiff from the cold. Her limp, both an embarrassment and a curse was acting worse than usual in the freezing weather. For the first time in a long time she felt like giving up. Her past was catching up to her, and being alone constantly to think was no kindness. Her chestnut orbs squinted into the distance, the large flakes of snow falling provided poor vision. Her auds were standing tall, listening for the slightest noise. She was exhausted. Taking care of herself with no reprieve for nearly two years had taken its toll on her mentally and physically. Game was scarce in the mountains, she knew; It seemed as though this year was particularly hard. Her body had suffered for this, and she was a shadow of her formerly stocky self. She was prone to bouts of fatigue and often found herself resting more than she would have liked. It was unavoidable, however. As spring progressed she was sure game would resurface and she could build up bulk again.
It was all good and well for her body to fall into disrepair, she had little control over that. Her mind however had begun to go slighty. She found herself speaking aloud to no one in particular. She would have bouts of anger for no reason, not even frustration. Or, perhaps underneath it all, frustration was the root of the matter. Frustration at having lost her family. Frustration at having such a weak body. Frustration at being entirely, irrevocably alone. Her mind was headed in a downward spiral, and for the first time in months she was afraid.
Feeling the terrain in front of her carefully before placing her full weight down, Maven made her way slowly across a narrow ledge, willing herself to be at the other side. Why she took such a precarious path through the caverns she did not know, perhaps she had already given up. Give your head a shake you wuss. They all died so you could live. Don't you go wasting that now. Disturbingly, Maven found herself having these thoughts more and more often. Her persistence to keep them at bay was most likely the only reason she was still around. Spying a shadowy space a mere 50 paces from her, Maven negotiated her way over craggly rocks and around large boulders. She was desperate for some salvation from the weather. The cave mouth was fairly small, barely large enough for two wolves to fit through. Pacing a few steps in Maven curled herself into a feeble looking ball, her back to the cave mouth.
Closing her eyes, she prepared to sleep, or rather to deal with the onslaught of memories that were sure to haunt her. It was nights like this, when the wind was howling and no where was ever quite warm, that she longed for the embrace of her parents, the warmth of her brother and sister, the comfort of being home.
OOC; I'm sorry this is so short and terrible, Silv!