Phoenix Maplewood flowers feat

@Aditya or @Dawn

She moved without thinking, like a machine that has been coded for a job. She continued to walk away from that hell she worked so hard for, the bastard child wanted to get as far from that place as possible. She no longer felt the warmth of her heart, Desdemona felt like something died inside her months prior to entering these woods. She felt dead without a purpose driving her forward, she did not know where to turn to, or who she could turn to. The family she had was no more and scattered, she was far too scared to even face them for what she has done. The thought alone crushed her chest as she could not even face her family... But she felt she didn't deserve them anymore.

Tired and panting, her sore limbs kept going onward until she could find something, find anyone. Drowsy green jades kept glancing around, and nose pressed against the ground. She tried her hardest to catch a wiff of anything fresh, any wolf whome came by. The days of hard work toward hunting and tracking seemingly paid off, but she felt cold using these skills. They were hardened to be served for another, but he still did not care of her hardwork in the end. She only hoped, someone else will.

Desdemona picked up the familiar scent of other wolves, wolves who seemed to came in pairs to run somewhere. She couldn't tell how long the tracks have been sitting there- but it was a sign. The amount of wolves with similar scents could not be that far ahead, perhaps finally... Paradise was near.

She was tired, and weak, but the wolf pulled forward in a desperation to find what she has been looking for. Desdemona lifted her dark head into the air and took a deep breathe. She gave a long howl, a call toward the wolves she yet known; Morningside.

She hoped the leaderships could hear her.