finding my escape [o]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/21bqcnm.jpgg] There were those days, ones where her hardships seemed inconsequential, when she could ignore the whispers of the earth and her children to focus on the voices of her living kinfolk, brush shoulders with them and taste the societal bonds she did not know how to maintain. She like days like those the best. Knew how to live from day to day in a state where she answered the never-ending wanderlust and stimulate her desire for contact by existing on the fringe of the two societies. And then there were those other days. Ones where all she wanted to do was to run away from her so called responsibilities and flee to the far reaches where no one could find her. And for a wolf like Somniare, didn’t hesitate to do so. She dropped everything and ran. Hard. Unit she got scared of being alone, scared by the foreign environment, scared of the loneliness, scared of being scared. It was that she feared the shadows around the corner, no; it was more the thought of being afraid that had her so twisted up. ‘You’re going to be scared Sommy’, was enough, and her heart would start thudding quicker and quicker. She would strain her ears until they hurt, her fur stood on end and the feeling of her back being exposed fueled the paranoia that something was wrong. Needless to say she had lost a lot of sleep because of it. The color had been stolen from her eyes leaving them watery and opaque, reddened from fatigue. Her mane was a tangle of knots, its braids woven with leaves and dirt from her haphazard run, creating a foreign weight against her neck. But she seemed oblivious to all of this. Her state of well-being was ruled by her mentality – which wasn’t all there to begin with. Not recently anyway. Her paws felt as though the pads had been rubbed raw and then sprinkled with salt. Keeping her eyes open was becoming a chore, itching to close despite her insistency on keeping them open. Not that it was doing her all that much good considering she was seeing double of everything she laid eyes on. Somniare shook her head, trying to dull the crippling haze of exhaustion and dispel blackness edging along her vision, waiting to completely blacken her outlook of the world. But she kept on. No destination, no plan, no reason, just this fear that she couldn’t shake and a need to find a safe place. Something that proved increasingly difficult to do considering she did not have a permanent residence. She had burrows in the side of knolls, hovels beneath great trees and dens in mountain niches, but none of them were really a home. With a haggard moan the female crested the compact dunes of the beach, stumbling toward the shade that she wasn’t all too sure was there at all. "Where am I?" she frowned, mildly relieved to be in the dark but shrieking as her toes were immediately submerged in water. Jumping back she blinked the sleep from her eyes and took note of the waterway that she’d stumbled into, a partially submerged grotto. ‘It’s as safe as anywhere else…’ she thought tiredly as she ignored the cold water and pressed onward. Slinking further in, Somniare shivered as the water cleansed her body as she waded toward the stone outcrop that formed into a tunnel of some sort. Had she the energy she’d have been inclined to delve into its depths but hadn’t the strength to do anything more than drag her sodden body onto the stone island and roll onto her side. The dirt and grime of her journey had been thoroughly washed away and under the intense gloom her green and golden fur shimmered and created wavering designs on the water’s surface. A gentle sigh whispered past her lips as she let her eyes fall shut come to find her thoughts were racing. They weren’t lucid or particularly coherent but they were distracting and numerous, preventing her from simply being still. There weren’t any plants here to sooth her mind with the connection she shared. Grimacing, Somniare drew her legs in, tucked her tail tightly to her haunches and pillowed her head with her paws, listening to the dripping of cave water and the hush of the tide.