[Drowning] in my Loneliness - [Open]

[Hailyn]

It was rare that Leera had felt a night so beautiful. Clear skies, the air wasn't humid. But she couldn't view it this way. In her mind, it was a thunderstorm.

Her paws treaded silently over the leaf-strewn domain, the only noise being the scatter of the fallen plantlife as she moved. Leera walked - almost bounded - like a greyhound with her long, skinny legs, prancing gracefully over the ground. Her head rose, looking at how far the moon was in sky. It would set soon - dawn was coming. Her grey eyes lowered themselves to in front of herself. Her blindness was making everything difficult, although she could see in her left eye. Constantly running into things...Lord she preffered life in the meadows and plains.
Leera stopped beneath an oak tree and leaned back onto her haunches. Was there anything that would stop this never-ending depression that haunted her soul? She heaved a sigh; her heart ached with grief. She had formed such a close bond with her mother, being the only pup, but she was gone now.
Dead.

[Candy!]

*Help my loneliness*

Pigeon wandered through
the shining lights in between
tree limbs, she was not happy
nor heathy. The poor pup had
been wondering why when the
humans caught her and her little
sister they wouldn't kill them.
They might as well have. She
was as weak as a newborn,
and covered entirely with blood.

*Save me*

[Hailyn]

A cloud flitted into the sky, unnonticed by the elegant fae. It moved over the moon, smudging the light that fell over the forest floor. The cloud passed, moved on.

Leera's nose involuntarily twitched, the scent of blood came to here delicate nostrils. Grey occulars swept over the barren earth, looking for the scarlet color that glinted so brightly in the moonlight. Another wolf - no, a puppy caught her eyes. Instantly grief struck her like a whip when she saw the pup drenched in blood.

The fae padded forward, cranium cocked slightly to the right as she approached the lonely being. Leera didn't dare make a sound, she wasn't confident enough to talk to a wolf that she didn't know. For all she knew, it could be rabid: a rabid puppy. But Leera didn't expect that. No, there had to be another reason.