Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-32004538-20170917211447

Ashira stood, nearly falling from the task of doing so. She winced - this is what the police had feared? A silly little wolf like she, who - she sighed - couldn't even stand?

She wandered once she regained her strength, which, admittedly, took more time than she'd like to admit to. The wolf finally found a stream, which she bent down to lap up water from. Ending her thirst, she rose again and stared at her reflection.

The first thing she noticed was that her sword was gone, only leaving her jacket. She sighed. Apparently, even though she had been too weak to resist, they thought she may come charging back.

The wolf could easily hide with her dark fur, Ashira reflected. Her dark brown fur, paired with a black underbelly and dark gray moon patterns, made that easy. Her yellow eyes popped out, but she waved that away.

On the top of her head rested a gray raccoon hat, and blue and white leaf bands settled on her paws. A deep blue Mira amulet dangled from her neck. She sighed quietly. No armor or weapon. What luck she had.

Why? she wondered. Why didn't the Alphas stop it from happening? Why did they lay back and pretend everything was jolly? And why did Zios and Mira leave? Why didn't they send a sign? Why was all the hate towards powered beings happening?

Sighing, she curled up next to the stream for warmth. Later, she decided, she would make a quest to gather materials. But now... she sighed again.

Now was time for wallowing.

