Post by L e a h O r i f e l l - - on Jul 16, 2010 12:19:27 GMT -5
The she-wolf had ran most of the way here; She had already met Kesiah's boyfriend/husband Ken, who was alright even though he was slightly on the unusual bright boy side, nearly drowned herself falling, and then she kept seeing illusions. And she already had enough shit on her back right now, and here she was, running like she was mad or insane through Serianuim, dodging through crowds in her wolf form, some of the humans staring as she passed, but all too amazing that a supernatural had just ran through a huge crowd of humans just then, and they all were too shocked to even doo anything, the idiots. Her chocolate brown wolf ran faster, her ice blue mixed with deep blue eye and her lime green eyes focused ahead as her tail streamed out behind her as she ran like she had tons of hunters chasing after her. But this... this was something that was dragging her here. She had acted, but she hadn't meant to act. It had just happened, and nothing was going to stop it.
She burst through some random person's backyard, accidently crashing into a bird bath made out of stone, and instantly the stone hit the ground, shattering into many pieces while the shifter was thrown, and then striking the ground hard, sliding on her left side, the injured side. She winced and slowly got up, shaking glass and stone from her pelt while the shocked human was halfway out the door, face frozen in shock while she stood on the back porch, staring in fear as the Shifter got up and raced from the yard, totally trashing the garden she ran through, but she'd come back later and tell she lady she was sorry for trashing her yard, but right now she only had one thing in mind; getting to the abandoned old house. This feeling, it gnawed at her soul, it told her to go there.
The shifter ran from about a a quarter mile before she slowed down as she caught sight of the ragged house that she and her mother had once lived in; deserted. The paint on the outside of the house was peeling badly, trash and forgotten scraps of cloth that was so filthy that it would be exeremely hard to get the gunk off. The birdhouse Leah had made long ago as a child lay shattered on the ground at the base of the tree that it had been hanging in long ago, yet the house was the saddest sight. the whole one story house, well, obviously someone had set fire to it, or it had just somehow caught on fire during a storm, who knew, but the entire roof was gone. Half the upper part of the house - gone. All that was left was charred wood peeling paint of the half half of the house.
Slowly, Leah took shaky steps forward, the mismatched eyes sweeping in dismay across the gray and browned ruined grass, the shattered bird house, the dead tree. And she stopped when she spotted a limp form at the base of the tree. A dead cat lie there, obviously it had probally died during the recent storm, and another storm was brewling, and it would come soon. The shifter very slowly walked to the dead cat, her eyes watering as she picked it up; it had recently died, because the body was not very cold. The jaws lifted the ragged limp orm and she carried it to the edge of the yard and began digging a hole. Once she had a decent sized hole that had probally taken about ten minutes to dig, and gently lowered the cat into the hole and buried it, packing the dirt in tightly before trotting towards the half burned house.
She clambered up the steps, the steps that lead onto the old, sagging porch creaked softly, yet the porch's wood was rotting. Leah looked sadly around; the place was falling apart. as she walked through the busted open door, she looked around; The wooden table was still there in the kitchen, and a chair was knocked over. The fridge's door was slightly open, yet a crack ran across the mini fridge's door, and the wolf didn't go to see what was in there. Her stomach felt sick of seeing everything burned and shattered here, it had once been her home, and now here her old home was, half burned and the fading memories becoming cleared in her mind as images flashed in her eyes. She padded into one of the three rooms in the small home; her bed was still there, everything coated in probally fifteen layers of dust. She left the vacant, abandoned room and entered the guest room, which was the same thing as her room. She went back into the living room / kitchen and sat down in the middle of the house, and bowed her head and silently wept. The only thing she had left was fading. And she couldn't save it.
ooc- Yea so xD sorta sad, but anyone can post here xD