flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
She had been avoiding the mountain for a few days, getting her feelings of jealousy back in check. She knew that allowing herself to even have those feelings would be nothing but trouble for her and it was best to stifle them away as quickly as possible. For the first time in her life, Aguta was tired of being alone, tired of feeling lonely, and very tired of being invisible to others the moment either her aunt or her cousin was around. Though her loyalty ran very deep, she could feel it wavering here and there. And this was one of those moments, it seemed, because the last place she wanted to be was on the mountain.
Having not done much by way of exploring these lands, Aguta ventured away from the mountain that she had been hanging out on since her cousin had dubbed it the place that they would call home. She didn’t really care where she was going, to be honest, just so long as it got her away from the mountain for a while. It would give her time to clear her head, clear her thoughts, and hopefully clear her feelings of the jealousy that seemed to continue to grow with each passing day. She was three years old and had only ever been with another well before she’d turned two. Part of her wished to have pups of her own, to bring forth life from her loins. Was it to never happen? Not as long as the males got a chance to lay eyes upon either her aunt or her cousin.
Jealousy and anger surged through her as she suddenly broke out into a full-out run. Anger at herself for allowing the feeling of jealousy to get the better of her. Anger at every single soul that chose to bypass her in light of her aunt or cousin. She ran for what seemed like hours. Her legs burned, as did the lungs in her chest. It was the scent of water that finally got her to stop. Heading in the direction the scent was coming from, she raced to the edge of a lake that she’d obviously not seen before. Reaching the edge, she plunged into the coolness of the lake but did not yet allow herself to drink. The last thing she wanted to do was make herself sick from drinking so soon after having been running for so hard.