The sun was unrelenting on any given day, but this day it seemed to zero in on her. Or at least, that was how she viewed it. As sweat beaded up on her pale coat, soaking in and causing it to darken in spots. Along her nape, behind her front legs and even along her back. It was bad, and she feared that her flesh would simply burn off from the intensity of the sun. Yet still, she did not seek shelter, did not run and hide in the shade. Instead, she carries on, each step bringing her closer and closer to her destination.


After all only the strong survived, only the strong were remembered. She was not weak, at least she did not think she was. Determined to prove herself to her family - long forgotten - and well, to herself. If she could survive on her own, if she could venture into the world .... then perhaps she was stronger than they all thought.


Poor little Wokabi, hiding in the corner. It was how her kin had teased her, mocked her for her loner ways. Claimed she thought herself better than them, and she supposed she did .... to some degree. After all, she did not understand their antics and games. Preferring to stand on the outskirts and watch as everyone interacted with each other.


Even now, in these new and strange lands. She skirts along the edge of the meadow, away from the others that have gathered here. A slight breeze is the only relief she gets from the sun, as her blue eyes narrow against its glare. She is much too fair-skinned to be standing out here, and yet she is too stubborn to cave, and cower beneath the nearby trees. No, she will do this her way, damn the consequences.



"Speech Here"

Wokabi

In A Land Of Gods And Monsters

Me And God Don't Get Along