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Everything was much darker from within her new hiding spot. Even with staring out at where the shadowy frame of another she couldn’t see them. Had they left? Did they wander elsewhere in search of her? Teal eyes shifted from side to side as she nervously scanned for what or whoever had been there. Then just as suddenly as they had disappeared, they were there again. Isara didn’t notice it at first, but after a few seconds, her gaze saw the silhouette of another slowly pop up from the ground. Were they waiting for her to come out so they could then capture her and force her back to the cave? Anxious breaths quickly moved through her lungs as she watched the other move around. ’Are you hurt?’ A voice rang out again against the still night air like a blaring alarm. Ears tipped forward as she tried to listen to its words, but she could barely understand any of them. The only thing she was sure of was that they were talking to her. They also seemed to be looking in her general direction. ”No…” she thought to herself. Before there was a little hope that they hadn’t been aware of where she was. It was a miniscule amount of hope but it was hope nonetheless. ”Gon we!” Her voice was shaky as she tried her best to tell the shadowy figure to go away. She didn’t want to go back. No…she wouldn’t go back. Her mother had died to get her out of that cave and away from their captors. Isara wasn’t about to go back…not easily at least. Or at least that’s what she thought before they spoke again and she found herself frozen in place. She tried to understand what they were saying to her but she just couldn’t. Trying to understand just made her head hurt. She had never heard this tongue before. Perhaps they weren’t someone come to take her back? No…it was more than likely a ploy. A trick to get her to come out of her own volition. Some words were similar to that of her speech. You was likely yu….but it was the other word that concerned her. Blood. The word in her tongue was blod and referred to family…or your blood kin. Were they talking about her mother? Tears filled her teal-hued eyes and began to cascade down her marked cheeks. Had they known her mother? Or were they someone working with her captors and trying to rouse her into some emotionally induced action? Isara wasn’t sure which it was and she wished she did. If only her mother were here… If only her mother hadn’t been killed during the escape. Cautious and fear-filled eyes looked back out towards the shadowy figure again. She had noticed that they hadn’t moved from their spot. Why? Isara tried to think on why someone working with her captors would just stand there and wait while she hid. Was it because they couldn’t see her? Was it because there were others? Eyes looked around quickly but she could not see anybody else nearby - especially not through the bush. The more she thought it over the more she was hesitantly leaning towards the idea that maybe…just maybe this shadowy figure knew her mother. Was she actually that lucky to come across somebody like that? Or had her mother planned this somehow in advance? She was sure what the true answer was and so she tried to rub her tears away with her paws before she called out again. ”Yu houm ai nomon?” Her voice was still shaky and despite how much she tried to conceal her fear it still rang clear with her childish tone. She only hoped that she wasn’t making a mistake by calling back to the shadowy figure. Translations |
Brightwood
A large forest of tall trees with orange, yellow, and red leaves. The trees here are permanently colored this way, despite the seasons.
[AW] seeing all the vultures circling
