Hoshor Plains A dying boys wish

After the encounter with the terrifying hound and the things he had done... she had fled the meadow and refused to look back. Why was it that her luck in this world was so bad? It was as if a dark shadow stalked her every step, just waiting in the darkness to spring and mindlessly destroy any chance of her recovery. She just wished for peace. The ghost did not even feel sorrow in her heart any longer, no, there was simply a hollow in her chest that she did not have the will to fill. What she would fill it with if she was even able to, she did not know.

Her snow-tipped paws were tired as she walked now, leaving trails in the snow behind her. Each crunch of her feet in the white coat on the ground sent her reeling, the fear rising. Not only was she wary that the man she had recently fled from had found her once more, but the ever-present worry that Storm was still around unnerved her to no end. She had naught to live for anymore - with Knew supposedly dead after the monster had brought his skull to her and claimed that the man had used her, she had little idea of where to take herself. Ganador was no more. She had not yet seen any of the others and for all she knew they might be dead. Her family were long gone. She had no friends that had maintained contact, and so she had no purpose for her long, weary travels.

But sill she padded forward, not able to bring herself to end the pointless suffering. She could not. Coward, coward, you're a coward, the voice repeated over and over in her head, but her expression remained as blank as ever, lithe and strangly elegant figure moving swiftly across the snow. Pathetic, stupid, hopeless, more words, so many words, they had very little meaning to her anymore. 

Her dark ocean gaze fell upon on a figure in the distance, and she paused in her tracks, squinting her eyes. If the dove had still held hope within her heart, she might have considered the chances of it being Knew. But no, he was gone. No belief was left in the girl's chest, nor her mind, that he might be around. He was dead, was he not? Yet still she remained frozen in place, orbs fixated on that same figure as it stumbled and struggled through the Winter's debris.