Lost Creek Hollow the days are muted

as she moved, she heard the call of an injured creature. her heart went to it, but the call was not so typical in nature; it was deaths woeful song that met her ear, a wretched, pained sound that begged another to offer it mercy. soft-hearted as she was, deirdre steeled herself; she knew that in these instances, she must turn her heart away. for the other to live longer and suffer more for it was a cruelty deirdre could not thrust upon any creature. the pained banshee cry was found quite quickly by deirdre, who followed it as though she were the bean sighe herself. she was too fair to wear the name, and deirdre herself would not scream as the harpy would.

it was a broken thing she saw. a rabbit, dropped from the heavens by some bird of prey that had not died upon impact. no doubt the avian thing was flying 'round to devour it, but deirdre herself hungered... and its struggle pained her, as though she herself endured it! a tear sprung from her eye as she swiftly brought the thing to its end, and then she carried it away from its grave. it had not been waiting so long there, but long enough that deirdre did not even consider leaving it to the masochistic thing that had released it in the sky to begin with!

it was not she moved past the densite, but so hurt was her heart for the death of the long-earred rabbit that she did not yet notice the hungry, broken wolf that lay there. though she felt she had played the part of the reaper today, the scythe of her fangs would not come for him this brisk eve.