Shadow Mountain vampires will never hurt you

wanheda travels again. 

back in this; these wilds. it isn't too bad, but there is still much she is missing. lacking, more like. not in herself. but the feeling is there. 

the sun burns hot on her back. a scorching iron, branding her skin. 

water is near, and she makes ungraceful haste toward it. 

she was born a warrior, not a lady. there is not a limb in her body holding care for who sees her in this parched state. 

when it is near, her muzzle dips, tongue taking its first taste of cool liquid in many days.