Ahbuusiv stared blankly in the general location of her paws, aware but not aware that they were moving, carrying her to yet another unknown location. Claws dug in as they turned the earth beneath her, her body moving forwards, forwards, her mind eve backwards. Whisper on the wind made her head tilt, her ears tilting to listen to voices that others could not and would not ever hear. Laughter died in her throat at the words that came to her then, of demons and humans and lost pups, and still her paws turned the earth, her attention still not on the world in front of her. Blue grey eyes appeared, blank dull, shining almost white in the light that never seemed to fade. Not that it mattered, for no longer could she see the world before her.
Another world was calling, becoming, and the tugs she felt on her heart were growing fainter and fainter with each breath she never took, each heartbeat she never felt. Stopping jerked her mind to the present, though her attention still seemed scattered, gone on the wind. A skeleton, stripped by scavengers, the soil dry of blood and covered with the decay of time. Blue grey eyes focused a moment, shining sharply before averting yet again, ears once more listening to the breeze, ignoring the sounds of the animals in the field before her. A handsome young buck, with a scar that she had witnessed being born, looked up, saw her, and looked away. Did he recognize her? A voice in her mind whispered yes, even as her heart screamed no.
Her nose twitched, a scent long lost on the breeze. Pain clenched in her chest. Eiwen, her friend, had been here? As if waking, she glanced around her area as if for the first time, gaze resting on the stripped deer. A doe, she knew, with a lovely taste. Her tongue grew moist, her stomach rumbling. She could almost feel the meat in her mouth once more, her belly rumbling in pain as she had eaten. She had been nearly starved, she recalled, and the meat had been so good. A glance around tore her mind from the meal, to a sound far way, that of meat being torn and rendered by a predator.
Moving forwards, her mind slipped back once more, her bright eyes distant, as if seeing other sights. The vision before her was unusual, of something buried partially in a carcass, meat laying around, mutilated, abused. Blood, gore, the things most beings craved to ignore was lying before her, and her eyes could not see it. Instead they were focused on another place and time, her body in the present. Murmuring softly, she whispered.
“I’m back.”
Or at least, a part of her was.
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