Spawn of Rage
The wolfess stood at the door. Her eyes were ablaze, aglow with Rage. So, it had followed her.
Larentia was forever fleeing from the Rage. Being a Sorceress of Arelia, the kingdom on the Southern side of the Seventh Heavens, of course, it was hard to escape such a misfortune after what had happened there; the ruin, the destruction.
The death of Violette, the escape of Iola, that girl had been one of the lucky ones. The ones who had not endured the suffering her eyes had, had to encounter. She sighed, swiping her brunette, messy locks out of her equally brown eyes. How long had it been? Ten years?
The Rage ebbed within her, coursing through her veins, ripping at her relentlessly pounding heart. She wanted it to stop, that pounding. After what she'd seen, she'd give anything to join those who had been terminated by the invaders.
The sight of Violette, holding a photo of her daughter to her heart as she died, Iola, swept away by a flaming man who stowed her into a cart before sending it off and drowning in an attempt to extinguish the ignition.
Larentia gripped her head. Who knows what had happened when she had left...who knows what had caused this. Lowering her gaze, she sighed, then lifted her muzzle again, inhaling the fresh air of dawn.
It was the time for a new era, a new way of seeing things. Time to see the light.
She smiled. She'd find everyone again. She'd let hope lead the way...that is, if the Rage didn't stop her.