It had been a long day, the sun was already hiding behind the peaks of the snowy mountains. The cloudy, soft dusk was reminding her time was quickly kissing goodbye her fingertips. She sighed, deeply. So deeply, she had inhaled the frosty scent of cold wood, the longing of the grass for summer and... That scent. ´´Stop!´´ She screamed. She smiled inwardly when the carriage pulled over immediately without thinking about bandits, wolves or even the mystic creature that controlled this territory. She would not have to worry about it if she was efficient enough - like she always was, she thought rather pompously - for she´d be gone in a stutter of the demon´s cough! The snow crunched her sleepy feet, yet she would refuse to close her eyes. Wary, slightly drunk - for one should never doubt to drown his sadness or happiness - and extremely annoyed, it was a very dangerous Miss Fortune the persecuted would encounter. Cracking a twig between her fingers she inhaled again. The sweet scent of jasmine, forbidden fruits and a dash of mint was slightly muddled with salty sweat and a dash of blood. It was coming from the bushes down below. Her eyes twinkled. She opened the carriage door and took two full rounds of bullets with her, beloved little pieces of metal! She took a swig of the rum that had been travelling hidden under her seat and poured the rest into a small flask, closing it after taking another small draft. Her throat was slowly accepting the harsh burning, her tongue the numbing and her heart, her stone heart, felt blood rushing through it for a little moment. She observed the cape she had taken the night before, and feeling an unfamilliar desire to caress it, she put it on, thinking it could always be useful in this uninviting weather. She thwacked the horse that was standing closer to her and set off towards the trail that had broken into the emerald forest, the ringing of the hoofs rapidly disappearing.
She checked the bushes promptly, satisfied to find no one. It couldn´t and shouldn´t be so easy. She started to run towards what seemed like a frozen river, until she stumbled and decided it would be safer and simply better not to risk her life because of a momentarily lack of balance. She could sense the hidden wind that craved to howl, the silence that dared not to scream. She could hear all of these forgotten melodies, yet she couldn´t listen to her thoughts. It had seemed like a pretty long walk before she had reached the river. She looked around, carefully and determined to finish what she had began. She looked at the scenery that was offered to her, every different shade of blue and green, sprinkled with white. The peace was unnerving. She knew something would happen here, yet would it be now? She advanced further into the forest, leaving large footprints on the snow, heavily armed and laughing from the tension. The brass pocket watch she had stolen a decade ago told her she´d have to leave the main track and hide. The loud grumbling of the storm had begun its devastating outbreak towards the North - or was it the South? Everything looked the same to tipsy Miss Fortune - and was slowly catching up on her. As she turned her head towards the frosty tips of the mountains, she saw alive what should have been dead.
A large white wolf she had shot on her way to the inn as means of sport had waited patiently for her return. Like a betrayed husband. She breathed slowly. Underestimating the enemy once could be forgiven, twice, however, would be punishable. He was hungry, hungry for her flesh. His eyes were burning with revenge. Hers, hers betrayed smugness. She unleashed Shock and felt the dangerous fervor bite her hand. She waited. They waited. Sunset had cast its sensual sparkle over the sky. She sighed loudly and pointed towards the wolf. ´´No prey, no pay!´´ and shot. The bark of the tree standing far behind the animal exploded into small pieces. Her confidence fell into the abyss of horror when seven more wolves appeared. ´´**** you.´´ she hissed and took Awe into her left hand. The orange lightning was enough to send adrenaline rushing through her body. She shot into the air, making her presence known and smiled. She was going to enjoy this. The wolves charged simultaneously, fast and powerful, hoping to eat dinner sooner than expected. Five wolves scattered on the floor when they were hit by little lead daggers falling from the sky, followed by a slightly schizophrenic round of thirty bullets penetrating the soft flesh one after the other. She laughed loudly and pointed towards the remaining three. The wolves growled. She smirked, and pulled the trigger.
Her lungs were literally burning, she could actually feel the dangerous hotness rise towards her throat. Her brain was asking for blood she couldn´t give right now. She ran and ran, the barks echoing her footsteps. She hated it, the fear, the pain. Her heart was thumping against her rib cage, trying to break free. For once, her whole body was suffering. She ran and ran, the yelps biting her footsteps. It was terrifying. Knowing the end was near, knowing she´d never find what she was looking for. A small tear escaped her eyes. Her legs gave up the fight as the darkness seemed to engulf them, as she tumbled and bellowed with fear, desperately trying to find a way out of this horrible predicament. She twisted around, just in time to kick the omega wolf full in the face. His sharp teeth snapped furiously as he went in for the kill. She tried punching the awful creature, but it was too late, she could discern the different layers of skin being torn and divided. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, tickling the snow covered in blood. He wasn´t just hungry, he was craving for violence. She defended herself one last time, the heavy revolver striking with full force on the top of his head. She heard a loud crack as he fell, dead to the floor.
She could see the alpha male purring with pleasure, seeing how she was slowly losing consciousness. She couldn´t breathe, she was done with. She gritted her teeth as he came closer and closer. Taunting. She looked at the black sky and wondered. Was hell as dark? The whinning of the wind came to comfort her in her mortality, yet it did not hug her tightly. She was slightly bewildered, what had she just heard? She looked at the wolf only to find him lying in the pool of his own grievance. A large arrow was planted between his eyes. She smirked tiredly. Good for him. She knew she could make it if she could just stay awake for just a few more minutes, but the reassuring calling of sleep was promising so many delights! She saw a hooded figure approach her at a steady pace. When her eyes closed, she could have sweared the hood was the same as her mysterious stranger, only this one was heavenly white.