Post by Roan on Nov 25, 2013 23:02:07 GMT -5
Every small sound outside of the store made Roan twitch with nervousness. Two wizards ran by the boarded windows yelling at others to help with the carnage. A mother scurried past with a child in tow. And with each voice and shadow across the smashed store the wounded lycaness’s nerves screamed with worry. Every one of those disturbances was a potential threat. The Church could be after her, or the town for the destruction. Surely any second now someone would burst through that door and end her pitiful existence.
Roan pulled her stolen cloak tighter around her frame and tried to breathe through the anxiety but it only stabbed at her chest like daggers. The world had come crashing down in a haze of fog and she couldn’t claw her way out. Any adrenaline brought on by Margaret’s chase had long faded and left Roan feeling drained to the last drop. Gloomy hazel eyes drooped and watered making her bat away unwanted tears only to have new ones spring up in their place.
It had taken every fiber of her being to make it to Muggle Material, the clothing store which she and Selena had destroyed only the day before. The place was deserted and boarded it up making it a perfect hiding spot for Roan until the consequences of her actions caught up with her. She was huddled up against a corner in a wall with a few racks of sweaters pulled haphazardly around her protectively.
Really Roan had no notion of why she had chosen that store and why she should stay. The chase through Drakborough was not long over and even if Anil was released it would be a while. There wasn’t a single safe place anymore in Spain for Roan to wait for the tide to come in.
Again her eyes drifted down until only a sliver of light slipped through. And then abruptly Roan was sitting up as there were loud cracks of apparation on the streets outside and more yelling. Nobody entered the store however, as nobody probably knew she was there. Nevertheless Roan sat bolt upright before finally slumping against the wall again with a whimper. Her fingers didn’t unclench from the fabric trapped in their grasp and she clenched her teeth in defiance of every shadowy emotion swarming her.
The woman’s body fought viciously between high alert and severe exhaustion. Roan’s motor was puttering out with each shuddering breath until finally darkness and fatigue closed in around her physically and mentally.
Roan pulled her stolen cloak tighter around her frame and tried to breathe through the anxiety but it only stabbed at her chest like daggers. The world had come crashing down in a haze of fog and she couldn’t claw her way out. Any adrenaline brought on by Margaret’s chase had long faded and left Roan feeling drained to the last drop. Gloomy hazel eyes drooped and watered making her bat away unwanted tears only to have new ones spring up in their place.
It had taken every fiber of her being to make it to Muggle Material, the clothing store which she and Selena had destroyed only the day before. The place was deserted and boarded it up making it a perfect hiding spot for Roan until the consequences of her actions caught up with her. She was huddled up against a corner in a wall with a few racks of sweaters pulled haphazardly around her protectively.
Really Roan had no notion of why she had chosen that store and why she should stay. The chase through Drakborough was not long over and even if Anil was released it would be a while. There wasn’t a single safe place anymore in Spain for Roan to wait for the tide to come in.
Again her eyes drifted down until only a sliver of light slipped through. And then abruptly Roan was sitting up as there were loud cracks of apparation on the streets outside and more yelling. Nobody entered the store however, as nobody probably knew she was there. Nevertheless Roan sat bolt upright before finally slumping against the wall again with a whimper. Her fingers didn’t unclench from the fabric trapped in their grasp and she clenched her teeth in defiance of every shadowy emotion swarming her.
The woman’s body fought viciously between high alert and severe exhaustion. Roan’s motor was puttering out with each shuddering breath until finally darkness and fatigue closed in around her physically and mentally.