Ember rode down the highway, feeling the wind in her face fur, watching the road become a slash of light and color. This is where she felt home now, past the pain of the burning of her forest, past the anger at the gods of nature for striking her down, roaring down the road with a roaring metal beast between her legs. She felt the fire of the inferno burning within her, letting her crown of flame fly in the wind, when suddenly she had the urge to stop. She slammed on her breaks, coming into a firey slide, a line of fire burning into the ground behind her skidding tires. The bike rumbled in displeasure at the sudden stop, but Ember looked into the dark forest. Part of her mind, the part that was still connected with her forest, urged her to enter, to feel at one with the trees again. But her hands burned in their hardened state, clasped onto the handlebars of her hog.
She sat there for what seemed ages, until finally she decided to at least check out the forest. She left the bike next to the road, sure that anyone who came by trying to steal it would be swallowed by the demon of the steel.
She walked into the forest, her boots crunching the underbrush with little snaps, looking around, a small light of dying fires flickering behind her eyes.
Topic: The Pack Family (Read 52225 times)