Saoiste's Beginnings ‾ WIP
Saoiste wandered through the remainder of her village. She wasn't anyone special, she knew this. In fact, most in the village considered her strange, because, simply, she WAS a her, and NOT a hir. But still, the sudden, shocking loss of every single member of her village's lives, in a matter of moments, had her shaking on her paws, little arms wrapped tightly about her own abdomen. Tears slid down her golden fur covered cheeks to drip slowly off her pointed elfin chin.She wandered back to the place she had called home for the last two years of her short life. Her parents were lying in a pool of torn fur and their combined blood, torn almost beyond recognition. A fire was flowing through her home, and she walked through the building lost, gathering what items she could carry to a spot outside of the village. When everything she could carry was out, the little chakat stoood before the smoking carcass that was the ruins of her home. With a firm stance, she strode down the center of the village, paws leaving bloody, muddy prints in the dust as she worked to drag, carry, or otherwise move every body in the village to a spot away from the flames. It took hours, but finally all hunred and twenty five villagers lay in a ragged line. Chin set, eyes still full of tears, she started digging with her paws until long after both suns had gone down, one for each body.
When she left for her spot in the woods the next day, there were one hundred and twenty four mouds of fresh earth, for, she had buried her parents together, as she had known they would want to be when they died.