<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Eira<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Any<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Moving through the Woods, away from the Village<br/><strong>When:</strong>8th day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>She saw him, the wolf just sitting there watching her as she trudged her way through the snow. The intelligence in that gaze, the way it was simply fixed on her, she knew it wasn't an ordinary wolf, knew it was Tikaan and for a moment she froze. She stared, meeting his gaze levelly with her own, without flinching, without fear. If he was there now then he could have come upon her at any time, could have ridden her down into the snow and torn her apart. She didn't have the strength or resources to defeat a Tikaan, not at her size. Even though she was strong for a female, and strong for her stature, she would never have the raw physical power that a Tikaan had even in their human form.<br/><br/>For just a moment all she did was stare. All she could do was meet that gaze with her own and show him that she held no fear. Two years she'd lived among the Tikaan, two years of her life had been stolen and she knew their abilities down to her bones. He could maim her, kill her, hell he could flip her over his should and drag her back kicking and screaming...but he couldn't frighten her.<br/><br/>"Do what you need to do but know I won't stop trying to leave. Your people have been decent, I bear you no ill will, but I won't remain a slave either," she said at last before turning and continuing on her way. He could follow, he could do what he needed to do, but she would never stop trying to escape. Never stop trying to return to her own world, her own people...and the chance to kill the bitch who was responsible for her captivity in the first place!<br/><br/>Keeping her cloak wrapped tight around her, she didn't look back to see what the Wolf did. Didn't look to see if he was following her, perhaps ready to run her down like deer he was hunting. She simply kept walking. Her steps gradually began to slow and she knew the cold, and distance, were getting to her. She was going to have to start searching for shelter and stop soon. She needed a fire to warm her hands and feet and a place to hide so she could sleep...and the blessing of the Great Mother that it wasn't all in vain despite having already being spotted.<br/><br/><strong>Continued Here:</strong>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178654.msg8707731#msg8707731 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178654.msg8707731#msg8707731)