30 May 2012
I was awoken by the soft pattering of rain on my fur. A inquisitive hare came and tapped me on the nose. It's dark fur reminded me of Isadora. I let out a wolfish sob. Isadora. She betrayed me, threw me to the lions, left me to die. I growled softly at the hare, too immersed in my own sorrow to care. It persisted to pat me with it's paw and when I looked up at it, it squeaked. My nose quivered. Someone was coming, a wolf, I recognised their smell. Phillip. Heaving myself up, I barked happily at him. The hare made an irritated noise and I looked at it, confused. Phillip bounded over, speaking as he went. The language of the wolves is confusing, but now, as a wolf, I understood it.
"Quick. We have to leave. Now. Eliza's men are coming." He said between breaths. I tilted my head, looking at Phillip quizzically. "Who is this?" I growled, pointing at the hare with my paw.
Phillip groaned and rolled his eyes, "Stupid! It's Isadora."
I whimpered apologetically at Isadora and she smirked as much as a hare can. Phillip glanced at me and I nodded, instinct telling me what to do. We sprinted off into the distance, bounding with ease over the rough terrain. My heart pounded in my ears, blood rushing to my muscles. Phillip overtook me and I yelped, running ahead of him, tongue sticking out, my heart fluttering in happiness. The forest flew past, a blur of colour, light and sound, making my head swirl and dance. I let my legs take over, running wildly, my mind a blank. The thrill of sprinting overwhelmed me, filling my soul with hope and joy, concealing any doubt I had in this plan. All that mattered now was me, running through the forest, my soul flying.
Nightshade Part 15 • Opuss № I