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Not far enough.
Not yet.
Not yet.
It was never
far enough.
How long has she been running?
Krimson never stopped moving, only to rest and find something meager to eat, which only served the purpose of providing her with enough energy to keep going. Even then, she never really had a direction. Were those marshes still there?
No.
Not there. Too many memories.
It was there she was cast off like nothing, abandoned... and where she met
him. So further, she had further to go before she found some sort of salvation.
While she was
out, she couldn't appreciate it until she knew they couldn't find her. Until she knew that there wasn't a chance she could be dragged back there. If she did, she would die. One way or another she
could not stay there. Too painful, too dark... she needed to find herself again. Find what it meant to be alive, to
appreciate being alive. For him. Krimson couldn't do it there. Saboro smothered the life out of her, strangled her until she couldn't breathe. Still she could feel its dark tendrils from the darkness, reaching out to drag her back in. It was all she dreamed about, before Saboro's gaping maw slammed down on her.
Before her was a lot of open land, and the red wolf crouched in some brush... not that it helped camouflage her anyway, not even at twilight. She saw something in the distance, smelled...
water? Or it was at least something salty. She couldn't tell. She would make a run for that... structure... hill? Wall? It was a landmark. Another rest stop. She would run until she found the ends of the earth if she had to. If she found nothing there, she would slink back into the mountains. Either way, the further north she went, the more the temperature dropped. She hadn't felt
cold air for a long time.
Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she panted, not really in exhaustion... but stress. Her red eyes were wild as the glanced behind her. No one. She hoped her eyes didn't betray her. Even if she still thought she saw his light grey coat (always at the corner of her vision, these days). Her muscles coiled before she took off in a dead run, her eyes on the length of stone in the far distance. She didn't know what it was, and she didn't care. All she needed was some shelter, a place to lay low so she could
think. Was anywhere safe?
It was definitely stone, she remembered thinking as she gained ground.
That was until the stench of
many wolves hit her, she passed it.
Krimson dug her heels in and skidded to a halt sending cold earth flying around her. "
Shitshitshit" she hissed softly as she back peddled and then her shaky legs gave 'way and buckled beneath her, truly panting now. Was she within the border? Or safely outside it?
She tried to stand, and her legs
shook, before her belly hit the ground. Krimson's heart
pounded against her ribcage, she was stuck... she over did it -- and now she was in the open. Vulnerable.
"
You fucking fool."