It Hurts.It's all that comes to mind as I lay in the still waters of the lake. The lake I once sat beside with Alcatraz, marveling at it's beauty. The world was a beautiful place to me; I was so naive. I could hear the distant cries and screams of pain as the other pack slaughtered my friends and family.Oh Gods... Alcatraz.I ache to move, to get up and find him, to see if he's at least alive. He was my best friend, he was my family.My family...
My eyes open just a crack. They're swollen and sting from un-shed tears, and I can taste metal on my lips. My own blood. My eyes roll, searching for anything, for everything. A body lies not far away and my eyes snap shut once more, refusing to see. I can smell it in the air mixed with the musky smell of the lake; death, pain, terror, confusion, rage.I move one of my paws, desperate to flee, but I'm too small, too weak. I know that to survive.. I must die.
( Gabitrix was left for dead when an enemy pack invaded hers and Alcatraz's home and basically slaughtered everyone, so she pretends she in fact did die until the bloodshed ends and an older wolf eventually finds her and takes her in. She supposed to be way younger, but I have an awful time trying to draw young wolves x_x Added the mature label just to be safe. )
Gabitrix & Art (c)
Alcatraz (mentioned, not pictured) (c)