Way Out [Draz, Open?]

[Cy[un]banned]

The she wolf, eyes aglow with rage, stepped forth to greet the Madness

Heat, blasted heat and grainy sand. Blast the sand, it gets up your nose, in between your paws. Nothing to eat, nothing-- nowhere. The thin young female snarled, ears flat against her head as she glowered around the dry, lifeless landscape. She was hot, hungry, and exhausted, not to mention utterly lost in the middle of a sprawling terrain of sandy dunes devoid of all signs of life. What the sun didn't drain from her, the wind carried away, grating at her nerves and blowing rough particles into her silver-white fur. The wound on her snout, long since healed over, was becoming irritated and red, almost as red as her eyes which glowed even in the daylight. You eat whatever moves, Iricyan, you better eat it or so help me you better die quickly. Another growl and a glance around later, the she wolf halted, her two black front paws two silver hind paws sinking further into the sand. The wind had, fortunately, died down, and with ears perked and eyes alert, Iricyan could hear something other than distant wind-blown sand. Though she didn't see anything yet, she knew something was within smelling distance, as she stuck her nose to the air and took scents through her nose. Breathing hurt, what with all the rough scratching inside her nostrils, and her smeller was a little off from it, so she smelled only faintly another being. Had she any drool left, she would be salivating at the thought of food. Any kind of food, any creature. Cannibalism was not out of the question at this point, but she preferred to keep it semi-classy, partially normal. The infection raging inside her had already taken much of that from her. With no shelter in sight, she carefully headed up the nearest dune to at least gain altitude in case she needed to have the upper paw, an advantage to a fight. 

Drazonic || Here you go Draz!
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here wasn't a way out. The gritty sand covered it all, and there was no water or prey. She was going to die in there, that was for sure. She had been a fool to think she was going to go anywhere by traveling this far. 
The stars she had been named after were the only thing that reassured her, and she couldn't see any on the daylight. 

There was only some faint scents the wind carried to her, and yet, they could be already long dead or very far away from her location. Maybe they were enemies, maybe they were willing to help. She didn't know, and the bad thing was, she actually did care. 

Nyota was brave, but not stupid, and she wouldn't engange herself into a fight she obviously couldn't win. She was smaller than most wolves, but also faster. It was a bad thing of course, that the heavy sand and howling wind slowed her down so much. 'You're overthinking it, you don't even know if that's wolf scent, or if you will meet them"  She thought, trying to calm down for once in the long day.

As she padded closer, her anxiety grew wider, and she hoped it was prey what she would find. But deep inside, she knew it wasn't. 

tags: Cy[un]banned

words: six hundred sixty-six

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crafted by Molly Josephine ☁

[Cy[un]banned]

The she wolf, eyes aglow with rage, stepped forth to greet the Madness

How delightful. Iricyan crawled the rest of the way up, sand getting all up in her belly fur and between her claws. The loose grains slid as she crawled and she slipped down a few feet multiple times before reaching the very top and peering over, eyes aglow with something more than hunger. She smelled the newcomer again, and this time saw something moving down below. Is that sand? No, look again. You've missed something. Indeed, she had scanned the area too quickly to spot the other wolf before now. Rising on the spot, the lanky she-wolf grunted to herself, having half the mind to just attack and eat. Fortunately, the other half was quickly running through all the things wrong with that plan of action. 

Indeed, the infection had ruined her mind, the most intimate thing Iricyan had. She tried not to think about food as she stood there in the blowing wind, fur waving in the breeze and ears perked curiously. "Ah, welcome to the most abundant sandbox," she joked coolly as the other came close enough to hear. Her voice was low and even, with a hint of growliness to it, and she held herself proudly despite the hunger that gnawed at her stomach. Her muscles were barely noticeable beneath her fur, which was messy and almost white in the blinding sun which beat down and super-heated the world around her. Yes, you much prefer the forest or even the tundra. Of course, but you're not there, are you? No, you're here, and you're hungry. Get on it. Iricyan made no indication of what she was thinking. The sandy-champagne colored wolf before her seemed to blend in with her surroundings, and the larger wolf wondered if this was the other's natural habitat. From her body language, probably not. By now, Iricyan was panting lightly, her sides heaving in and out as she huffed, something she didn't do often. At the corners of her mouth she had some bloody foam which now had tan sand mixed in, and she watched the other wolf closely, calculating.

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