Duskfire Glacier human sadness · pack event

yep got inspired :T sorry for the uber long post guys ;o;

Imagination was a doubled edged stick.
On one end it looked like a brush, filled with the power of creating outwordly objects that brought happiness; on the other end there was a needle, one that pierced through your skin and injected terror into your bloodstream in the form of monsters and demons.

Maera was a dreamy girl, who enjoyed tales filled with fantasy and magic.She had often her head stuck in the clouds but never, not even in the terrifying nightmares that struck during stormy night had Maera seen such a hideous creature. To be honest she had never seen the fauna around the Glacier, aside from the pesky bugs, the dying duck momma once brought, and Valtyr winged friend she had never encountered another animal -- not even a mouse.

The sharp features of the monster's face were still fresh on the girl's mind.
Narrow eyes the color of the sun -- with a stare as cold as the night, his beastly legs and paws -- and the razor claws that went with them, his pointed ears, his whiskers and the wicked smirk of hunger that hung on his face as he crawled through the narrow opening of the den. It had been enough to make the small fireball freeze in terror, merely flattening herself to the ground as the feline advanced menacingly through their home. What happened in just a few seconds, went by like eternal minutes to the girl. As she layed defenseless on the cold earthy floor with her eyes tightly shut, her younger brother's cries did not reach her ears. She had entered a state of panic, pure hysteria that bordered delirium. Although she could not see or hear what was hapening around her, her imaginative mind played the scene for her; using to her dismay the most vivid images to portray the lynx standing over her -- his triangular nose hovering above her neck hungrily.

Then after an eternity of shivering in the ground, the buzzing in her ears finally stopped only to be filled with a far more frightening sound. The lynx was gone but so was Larus. She had not yet noticed her pillow-brother's absence, not until the frantic screamings of her mother flooded the den. Maera didn't even have time to feel relieved because of her mother's appereance, a new type of worry filled her chest before she could even utter a word.

Since Maera had not seen the lynx actually take her brother, she did not assume at first that he had been snatched by the feline -- she held the hope that he had been able to slip past the monsters legs. Though her racional side of her brain echoed it was unlikely she stumbled to the mouth of the den, her shaky knees struggling to hold her steady while she searched for any traces of the round-bellied boy.

But there were none.
Her eyes traced the ground, finding nothing but a single drop of crimson in the ground. Her eyes lingered on the blood drop until her lungs could not provide any more air for her stranged heart. She turned back to the den, falling into the floor as she walked in again; her legs had given up on her and her eyes were glazed by tears -- but not even in the scariest times were her shouts silenced.