Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2012 12:22:55 GMT -5
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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] Water. Churning violently. Pulling... pulling... pulling... Dragging her down. Flooding her sense organs: ears, nose, throat. Eyes burning. A scream nothing mure than a gurgled bubble of water. Noella was drowning. It had all started with a swim. The young Tundra female had lost everything, her home, her loved ones, her children. Her mind had cracked and her heart had shattered, leaving nothing more than a hollow, empty shell of a wolf. For a long time it had felt like she'd reached the end of the world, nothing but water staring back at her. And then she had waded into the icy blue depths, letting the waves overtake her. After all, her homeland had no place for her anymore. If she wanted to live, she had to face the ocean. She had to find out what was on there other side. And if there was nothing but water for the rest of her days? So be it. It was a suicide mission, a journey with no consequences. Noella no longer cared if she survived or not. She simply wanted it all to end. How long she had been tumbling beneath the surface of the water was unknown. Days? Weeks? Months? Time blurred together, minutes feeling like agonizingly long hours. She couldn't see, couldn't breathe. She was dying. And then, all of a sudden, out of the blue! Nothing. Her body hit something hard, scraping along the sea floor before the water pulled away. Violently it coughed her up, spitting her out and leaving her for dead amidst rock and rubble. For hours she must have lay unconscious, body sore and exhausted. And when finally she awoke, it was to cough up sea water the way the ocean had coughed up her. With choking force she expelled the vile liquid from her lungs, gasping for air with shallow breaths. Her eyes opened to a world of disorientation, vision swimming in the unfamiliar. Her body ached down to her bones. And, in truth, she looked no better than a drowned rat. It was a pitiful sight, really. Noella tried twice to drag herself away from the sea. Her legs were shaky as she tried to stand, unwilling to support her. In the end, she only managed to pull her weight to the base of Ryn-Eldbel before collapsing again. A weak howl rang out, barely loud enough to reach past the immediate area. Still, she needed to do something, right? She needed help. She needed someone to find her. At least, she thought she did. She wasn't dead yet after all... Though, as darkness once again claimed her vision she might as well have been. Her summoning cry was forgotten. Maybe this time her body would be claimed by eternal sleep. |
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