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River Everleap of the Mercian Clan never really had a good life. As a solitary creature, it wasn't surprising for her to not receive the proper love and care humans naturally give their own; and wh...
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I was surrounded by the enraged and disgusted faces of my tribe. The same people who were my friends and of my blood. All of them horrifying, bristling beasts that spat and hissed their hatred and contempt towards me like I was a villain who had done them a terrible injustice.
It felt like a nightmare, this plagued moment, as I stood before the Great Stone, heatedly looked down upon by my brother, whose same blue eyes as mine pierced right through me like ice fractals – so cold and so sharp that it sliced into me like the harshest of claws. Standing here was like one of those horrible nightmares where you desperately wanted to run, run until your lungs burst and your feet began to bleed, but you couldn't convince your body to move and escape the horrors around you.
My paws were stiff against the cold, frozen earth as my kin roared at me to leave and to never return, giving me the achingly harrowing promise that one day, when I think I was safe and I was content, that I would be hunted down and killed for what I had done.
My legs moved, despite them feeling like jelly, and I had never felt so slow in my life. I had always been so swift and nimble. Something I had always prided myself on. But now I had felt like the oldest in the world, like I had seen thousands of suns rise and fall, and hundreds of generations be born and die.
I fought my way through the callous crowd, and their loud screeches and hisses of their expressed hatred towards me didn't cease, and my ears had begun to hurt. My injuries stung and my breathing was shallow from exhaustion.
Glancing at my sister, my heart stung when she had turned her head away from me out of shame and grief, curling her long grey tail around her two remaining cubs, whom both innocently tried to poke their heads up to see what was going on. Their father beside them, leaned down and quietly huffed for them to keep still.
It was at this moment that I realised that this was no dream I could wake up from, and, unlike the nightmare I thought of, I wasn't running for my life, I was racing away from it to escape those heart-wrenching, hateful words and looks my former tribemates were throwing my way. I was leaving because I was being forced to.
My life in the tribe was everything, and now I had nothing at all.
There was a good chance I would die. I could give in to my exhaustion and fall unconscious within the tribes borders, then perhaps one of them would find me during daily patrols and finish me off. Or I could get attacked while I was this vulnerable by something just as powerful as a creature like me.
Once I had left the camp, I was free to limp alone across the territory, barely peering past the bright light peeking from the towering trees. I couldn't run into the dawn. The pain restrained me from doing so, and my muscles had stiffened from my wounds to the point it was too hard to even think about moving like that. Though, it doesn't matter now. I didn't care much for my life anymore, so it didn't matter to me that I was now surrounded by many new extraordinarily dangerous enemies and that I was being too slow to leave.
Lycanthropes? Vampires? They had never frightened me as much as my banishment had done. My heart was completely broken, and as the sun had begun to rise, I knew it was going to be time soon that the tribe would check if I had truly left the territory.
I kept pushing forward, finally crossing the border, wondering why I was even trying to survive since I had forfeited any desire to live the moment my own brother had exiled me.
The sun rose even higher on the horizon, disappearing up into the sky, and I disappeared with it.
