The savage wild

17. Wake up war

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-5 months later-

“She took a lot longer to recover than you first calculated,” Ares sneered, trying to annoy Selene. She threw him a look. “I have never been human nor mortal. Their time is something I can never fully understand. They seem to live life like any day could be their last. I simply live my life like a new day is just another beginning.”

Ares shrugged. “That’s logical. Their lives are very short.”

Selene nodded once and grew sad.  “Yes they are. Very short.”

How long had it been? I woke up. Or I simply became aware. Aware that my body was blissfully cool and no longer ablaze or whipped by pure heath. It was a feeling I had forgotten. A feeling I hadn’t realized I still possessed. I felt like I just been born, fresh out of the womb of the blazing hot core of the earth. My body felt light, almost weightless. The cool air around me wrapped me gently in its embrace. I held my eyes closed, indulging in this sweet moment. I was scared, somewhere in my heart, that the pain would return. It had me clenching my fists together tightly.

After I was somewhat content with my unpainful state, though I think I’ll never get used to it again, I started listening.

I instantly realized I was not in my normal environment. There were no sounds of shifting snow, no soft trickling of dripping water. No gentle breeze that always seemed to be present on the plains, playing with the snow. No falling snow from heavy branches. Instead I heard a strange beeping, the sound of muffled footsteps, loud noises of something banging against some stones repeatedly and humans talking... Oh humans! Panic rose in my chest when I vaguely recalled hearing human voices when I’d been passed out. I had written it off on my delirium, but I couldn’t deny the facts around me. I took a deep breath to calm down and tried to relax again.

I felt the softness of the ground underneath my body and I was simply stunned by it. I hadn’t felt such a soft surface since I was four. Or perhaps that time when I sat on Makoce. But that didn’t really count because he immediately threw me off. I racked my memory and realized that I was lying most likely on a bed. I tried to bounce around but realised I was restrained by some sort of belt. I snarled and managed to cut myself loose with my claws. Then I bounced around on the bed and giggled when it didn’t hurt at all. My muscles were sore though. I felt like I’d done some serious wrestling contest with Ares. Speaking of gods, where were they anyway?

I rolled around until I was lying on my backside and stretched until some of my bones cracked. I loved that feeling. I sniffed the air and scented my blood on the sheets around me, as well as my own body odour I was drenched in and was relieved by the minimum number of people that had occupied this room the past few days. I smelled four distinct scents of young people, which I remembered had also surrounded me in the beginning of my suffering. A few other scents were mixed into the fray, which almost all smelled like extreme cleanness. I can’t really explain it any other way. Outside of those walls I caught the scent of fresh snow. A fierce longing instantly bloomed in my chest. I wanted to get out of here and change back into myself. To get out of this clumsy body that only reminded me of the intense pain I had to endure. I wanted to run as fast as I could, stretching my muscles to their maximum. I wanted to feel the ice cold wind run its claws through my luxurious fur and roar the challenge of survival in my erect ears. I wanted to feel the warm life blood of my prey dripping from my mighty jaws and just simply feel alive.