09-19-2018, 05:45 PM
The warmth of spring peels back the snow cover, revealing the winter’s kill. Wet hide sloughs away from gnawed bone and stinking meat. The Meadow lies eviscerated at her weathered hooves.
She is old now - her back swayed, joints swollen with arthritis. Time had stolen her beauty long ago. Perhaps as a mercy time had also stolen most of her sight. Still, the old hag preens her tattered coat, unable to shed the filth of winter. How maddening the summers had been the last few years after her body refused to release that heavy winter coat.
Mallek crinkles her nose at the stench of death that seems to have permeated her hollow in the trees. Slowly and in feeble, shuffling steps, the hag wanders in an attempt to escape, but the smell follows. After a time night falls and the rush of water reminds her of her thirst. She makes her way to the edge of the River, a place she has never been and perhaps never will again.
-Mallek
@Ivar
She is old now - her back swayed, joints swollen with arthritis. Time had stolen her beauty long ago. Perhaps as a mercy time had also stolen most of her sight. Still, the old hag preens her tattered coat, unable to shed the filth of winter. How maddening the summers had been the last few years after her body refused to release that heavy winter coat.
Mallek crinkles her nose at the stench of death that seems to have permeated her hollow in the trees. Slowly and in feeble, shuffling steps, the hag wanders in an attempt to escape, but the smell follows. After a time night falls and the rush of water reminds her of her thirst. She makes her way to the edge of the River, a place she has never been and perhaps never will again.
-Mallek
@Ivar