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Slowly she quietens, and looks around her through eyes dimmed with the fog of pain and anger... One by one her wolves come up to her and gently nudge her with a cold wet nose then step back, waiting...
One mighty oak, the largest in the grove, reaches down one massive branch. The beautiful leaves now turned red in the fall, gently brush her hair away from her face. One small leaf lingers near her forehead, and softly touches the new rune on her face.
She reaches up one hand, almost without knowing, and places her fingertips upon the new rune in wonder that she didn't notice it before, and wonders why she doesn't feel any emotion of the significance of this rune. Her eyes slowly turn to silver, but still carry a smoky dark remnant of the shadow.
She looks up at the oak as it removes its branch, and lazily stretches towards the darkening sky then resumes its guardian position in the grove and all is silent....
Looking around her, she nods to her wolves, and silently stands, retrieving her possessions, and walks over to the standing stone placing her ungloved hands upon it once more, then turns.
A gentle sigh of sadness is heard within the grove as she and her wolves move through the trees, heading towards the only destination she can think of to go to...
The nearest ley line.......
[ 10-29-2005, 11:23 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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