|
THE SACRED OAK CIRCLE
She drops to one knee, and hangs her head down as she places one hand upon the ground. Violent shivers course through her body as she tries to fight the effects caused by the bite of the banewolf. Numbness begins to run through her body, and her magic fights desperately to stave the deathly effect.
She tries to calm her mind, but the images of her precious wolves lost to the shadow haunt her, and she lifts her face to the darkening sky and screams... a scream that travels for miles upon the wind that is whipping her hair and cloak around her like a soft mantle of protection.
Slamming both fists into the ground, she gains more control of her mind and tries to repair what she can of the damage done by the bite. The polluting touch of the grave stays with her, though, and her eyes become a haunting mixture of purple and black, flecked with the dusty grey of the grave. She screams again in frustration, and falls back to sit on the ground clutching two handfuls of soft brown earth in each fist.
Looking up at the oak holding the last remaining banewolf, she makes a gesture and the tree renders the banewolf into shreds. Anger begins to show in her features as she realizes that the ShadowMage has used her own shadow against her, and that her shadow is now in league with the banewolves.
As the sun sets lower, the sillouette of the woman, with her wolves gathered around her in a circle glow a soft purple against the backdrop of the mighty oaks that helped to save her life and the rest of her pack. So consumed by grief and anger, she does not notice the appearance of the last rune upon her body, glowing softly silver from the bridge of her nose.
She continues to scream into the wind, as her wolves lift their heads and join in with their own song of grief for her and their packmates taken by the shadow. The mighty oaks sway in time to the haunting music as they vent their anger, grief and desperation to the wind.....
[ 09-21-2005, 12:13 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
|