out for blood
It had been a long time since Hound wandered about. Perhaps it was her age, her distaste towards others, or simply the need to fall into herself. Regardless, she finally managed to leave the safety of her home. Home may have been a stretch. She had been meandering around for years. Nearing almost twenty years old, Hound had seen many things. She had lived through hell and had no intention of looking back.
The cold air was welcomed. The chill running down her spine made her feel alive again. For once, she felt aware. She knew she was dying. The coagulation in her lungs and burning in her chest was more apparent every day. But all she new was she was here.
She was alive. For all the anger she had harbored for years, Hound finally knew she needed relief. At this point anyone was welcomed, anyone was accepted. The pressure building in her chest was finally gone. Death was imitate. All she wanted was to feel seen again.
Hound