How has he never noticed these before? The trail of bullet scars down her back tell a story that Alexander has never heard, a careful touch to the first one before tracing gently across the line. To know there are things about his Wolf he doesn't yet know fires the curiosity in him, even though it only comes out in a rumble and a, "Whatever happened here?" --majorcolonel
The window was open, the sound of the wind rattling the tree branches and clacking leaves accompanying a breeze that smelled of spring. The distant creak of tree trunks woke Volk from her sleep, sitting up and staring out the window. She was making sure it was only the wind, trying to discern in her sleepy haze whether or not there was a message for her in the groaning wood. She should have expected the movement to wake the Ukrainian next to her, seeing as he slept lighter than she did, but for some reason it didn’t occur to her.
The touch to the line of craters in her back caused her to start a little, her shoulders pulled up in a small show of hackles before they relaxed. Nothing serious, just the feathering over old bullet wounds. Wounds that defined her and her status among the trees, to the Forest. Of course, it was because of those healed holes that she even had a status from the Forest.
“…I died, I think.” she started, staring at the silvery square of moonlight on the floor under the open window.
She brought her hand up, moved the unruly mane out of the way to show the full roadmap across her back for him. Seven in all, almost uniform in size and shape, knotted over and visible against her pale skin as pink blotches. A morbid trail from just behind her left shoulder in a sweeping hyperbole to her right hip.
“No, I don’t think. I know. I died. The military detail at the western wall decided to play target practice with a few of us fleeing into the Forest and I took seven rounds. I counted them as they hit. The only reason I’m still here is that I stumbled off into the barrier before collapsing. I’m pretty sure I bled out there, in view and influence of the Forest, because I woke up a week later able to hear and understand things I never could before.”
There was no Voice for her to hear in the wind-battered trees outside. She turned away from the window to lay back down, casting her glowing gaze into his eyes and tangling her fingers between his.
“And that is why I don’t like or trust the military.” she stated before offering him a small knowing smirk. “Of course, with exception to you, my Major.”
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