December 13, 2018, 06:12 PM
She wasn't far when the call sounded, and it sent a frigidity deeper than the season's loudest, coldest gale through her entire body. The woman stood in the reeds, fresh from her flight away from the agitated wolves maybe an hour prior, when she heard it. A call summoning her by name — this deep voice, one she did not know but sounded terrifyingly familiar for its desire and its power.
The woman did not want to meet the fate that the call heralded, but she was well trained. The Company had done amazing things to her psyche — and, feeling as though she was merely a burden here on the plateau where nobody understood her, nobody liked her, and with only Phox to tie her here — she knew she had to answer that call. So, stiffly and without any semblance of pride, she began to drag her heels as she marched to the borders.
Once she was nearer, she spotted the burly man but did not approach him. The border of the pack's claim lay between the two of them — more or less, a 'no mans land' that she dared not cross over. A part of her hoped he would try; this massive grey thing, likely fresh from a meeting with someone of the Company. If he tried then the warriors would come and they would catch him, maybe kill him — she would be safe.
Or, they would fail. He looked strong enough, healthy enough, to take a few of them down on the way. All these things Camilla thought of but she did not say aloud; she watched him with her body sagging and crescent-shaped in defeat, for her mind returned to the same thought over and over: she had to leave, and he was here to take her.
The woman did not want to meet the fate that the call heralded, but she was well trained. The Company had done amazing things to her psyche — and, feeling as though she was merely a burden here on the plateau where nobody understood her, nobody liked her, and with only Phox to tie her here — she knew she had to answer that call. So, stiffly and without any semblance of pride, she began to drag her heels as she marched to the borders.
Once she was nearer, she spotted the burly man but did not approach him. The border of the pack's claim lay between the two of them — more or less, a 'no mans land' that she dared not cross over. A part of her hoped he would try; this massive grey thing, likely fresh from a meeting with someone of the Company. If he tried then the warriors would come and they would catch him, maybe kill him — she would be safe.
Or, they would fail. He looked strong enough, healthy enough, to take a few of them down on the way. All these things Camilla thought of but she did not say aloud; she watched him with her body sagging and crescent-shaped in defeat, for her mind returned to the same thought over and over: she had to leave, and he was here to take her.
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She never picked up the phone. - by Stormy Boy - December 13, 2018, 06:03 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Spooky Camilla - December 13, 2018, 06:12 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Stormy Boy - December 13, 2018, 06:25 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Spooky Camilla - December 13, 2018, 06:44 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Stormy Boy - December 17, 2018, 02:40 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Spooky Camilla - December 17, 2018, 02:46 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Stormy Boy - December 17, 2018, 03:28 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Spooky Camilla - December 17, 2018, 04:04 PM
RE: She never picked up the phone. - by Stormy Boy - December 17, 2018, 04:56 PM