Unexpectedly, Flower made an halt. She dispersed her head around to the direction which she anticipated, taking a quick glance at the territory she was in. She already knew that she had to store every memory of the place she pilgrimed in her pretty head so as not to meet herself in a situation where she was just walking in circles. Although basically she was walking in circles, moreover the Earth is founded like a spherical ball, so literally she was walking in circles. But then again in these types of case it's different.
However, that wasn't the reason she made an halt, the reasons behind Flower's halt was that she caught sight of a tree that seems to grow some berries, it seemed so similar to the wintergreens berry tree shrubs from earlier.
Flower drifted closer to the shrubs grappling the distance between herself and the shrubs. She stared eagerly, slightly happily and a little focused upon it. Then afterwards, a saddened, irksome, unpleasing look sprouted atop her face, overwhelming it all through. She sighed aggravatedly. She irritatedly wried her face sardonically away from the shrub. Not in the least satisfied by what she was seeing like so.
She scoffed, 'I can't believe I actually thought that I would be able to find another berry in this damn place. I should just count myself as lucky for accidentally stumbling across some wintergreen berries, I shouldn't expect to find another,' she thought, with a deviate and desperate scorn merging her pretty face intensely. While her eyebrows were furrowed like that of an angry bird icon.
Flower had acquired interest in the shrubs which percept to occupy some trivially tantalizing red fruits which were akin to that of the wintergreens berries which she had found earlier. Today was initially a somewhat fortunate day for her amidst all the days she had spent moving alone, because literally, she had prayed for the sun to shimmer proudly above earth and desparple its beauteous light, and boom, the sun heeded to her supremacy obediently. Plus, today she had found an unsatisfying but manageable red berries whilst treading aimlessly, hopelessly and delicately along the way. So, basically, it's right, polite and acceptable for Flower to think that the wintergreen berries grows in Alaska in abundant quantity, quality and varieties.
As of this morning, Flower definitely doesn't care about the whole tree, shrubs and bushes in the forest in whole. All she cared about and all that was on her beautiful mind was meat, meat and meat. But at present, and since when she had coincidentally found out that wintergreens were in Alaska as she had witnessed. Flower was now keeping her head upwards, and showing excess interest and making her focal area available to every tree, shrubs and bushes she had scurried pass.
Although she was in a hurry, but these didn't stop her from scanning, inspecting and analyzing every tree, shrubs and bushes she scurried pass.
Flower heaved another tiresome sigh, 'I shouldn't push my luck,' she thought.
'I'll just have to manage and ration the wintergreen berries that I have left and everything will be fine,' she tried to assure herself that everything would be fine, when in reality she herself knew that firstly, everything wasn't going to be fine, and secondly she also knew that the worst was still coming forth her direction.
But then, who knows? Things might go greater than expected, and luck might decide to fight her battles for her, but then again, Flower knew that luck wasn't something that eventuate very often especially for someone as unfortunate as her.
Flower would have find it overly and unfathomably contented if she was to deliver a wild, potential kick into the shrubs embrace. Although the tree wouldn't feel any pain or any hurts after embodying the kick, notwithstanding, it would provide Flower with the beautiful sensations of satisfaction of letting out her dire ire after doing so.
However, Flower wasn't able to do that. Not that she couldn't, and not that she didn't know how to. Infact kicking, fighting and engaging in karate was her specialty, she knew it more than anything in the whole wide world. She had even showcased her natural prowess and adroitness during kicking that scoundrel of a werewolf whom she dreaded and resent in the groin back at the mansion. Not to even eliminate the time when she delivered a formidable punch against Horatio's face on there first meet up day with overwhelming dexterity. Of course she had some pungent strength in that fragile and frail body of hers, and it was obvious.
What was truly going on was that Flower didn't want to overwork herself, she didn't want to drain and exhaust the last pinch of energy that was still in her body. She had only eaten nothing but a mere unsatisfying but manageable red berries from morning till present, thus, definitely she was still overwrought by famishments. So therefore, currently, Flower wasn't going to get angry at the shrub and vent her profound anger atop it.
She took a deep, voluminous breath. And with a slow, sweet and serene vocal, she communicated with her herself in a version which claimed to be a detached one. "It's alright Flower. Better luck next time, I guess," she calmed herself.
For some reason best known to herself, she felt detaily refreshed and placid after reassuring herself about a better future. These was the only thing she could do.
She bite her lips, 'I shouldn't let such a useless tree shrubs avert by attention from my goal and ward if off to somewhere else,' she thought, hastily reminding herself of today's goal which she had prepared by herself. 'The goal is to reach that hill top today, I mustn't be distracted for whatsoever reasons that might be bothering me, or else…' she reminded herself.
She almost began to pant, and her heart began to palpitate after her brain suddenly reminisced back to the heartwrenching, agonizing dream she had once had as she was reminded of Anthony's breathtaking, charming but dangerous and deadly red glowing eyes. She dreaded that and never wants to see them again.
Flower scolded herself inwardly for reminding herself of that heartbreaking dream which contained that good-for-nothing creepy scoundrel of a werewolf. Assuring herself again, 'No, he won't catch up with me. I forbid that! No! Never!"
Flower pressed her hands against her beating heart and her fluctuating chest which was forcing itself up and down continuously and violently. She did this so as to calm herself down with moderate relaxation. On a normal day, basically, she wasn't supposed to be frightened by such dreams, but however, today wasn't a normal day for Flower.
Clearly, presently and obviously, she was literally treading these bizarre, unwonted, estrange and peculiar wilderness all alone, and all by herself stranded with no protection, bodyguard, weapon or supervisor whatsoever and might also be under the scrutiny of vicious wild scavenger beasts. These was indeed a goddamn brave, dangerous move, even to Flower who had decided it in just an eyeblink and a narrow opportunity that came by, it was, she didn't realize she could do such, but then, here she is getting use to that life.
But then she had no choice but to do so. Or perhaps let's just say she had a choice but then she just hated the choice so much, so she couldn't go with it willingly; the choice being staying and residing in that good-for-nothing creepy but charming scoundrel of a werewolf mansion safely and soundly, but wouldn't be able to clutch freedom ever again.
Flower snatched her hands away from her chest. She moved it towards her head and ran it across her refreshing, silky, smooth black hairs aimlessly. She gritted her teeth harshly whilst panting.
Deciding in her heavy and clouded mind, 'I better get going if I still want to gain accomplishments over my goal.'
With that thought, she concluded it inwardly and began walking hastily, promptly and determinedly like a little girl alongst the hill side. The bone-chilling wind blew blissfully and dynamically, sending and forcing Flower silky black hairs backwards with undefinable lack of restraints.
As determined as ever Flower perpetuate climbing up the hill slope like an explorer. Even though her second hopes of getting hold of another batch of some refreshing, tantalizing red wintergreen berries had been foiled as they had proven to not be wintergreen berries at all. Even so, Flower was still observing each and every tree shrubs she swiftly moved by, as it is, she was still counting on luck to emerge her in anyway possible.
She clung tighter onto the stick which she had been using to support herself all along like an old woman. Still overwhelming the tree branch stick with half of her weight, Flower tread farther and further with her petite fragile stature, a satchel on her back, a stick in her hands and a containers of water hung around her shoulders and the wind sending her waist length black hairs backwards forcing it to heed to its commandments.
With every steps, seconds, minutes and more minutes which Flower used in mounting the hill slope upwards, she could feel overwhelming anxiety and swift celerity of nervousness besprenge over and about her delicate figure. She could only imagine what that mysteriously seeming, magically deeming and majestically appearing other side of the snow emerged hill slope appeared like and contained. She couldn't say for sure what and where it might lead to, but yes, she was going to be hopeful just like she had been doing beforehand.
Her heart raced up as she got more and more closer to that hill top that seemed endless, and too extended. Her big eyes bulged and her hand pierced immersely into the stick she was clasping. Her heart were beating as though they were going to fallout soon.
She bite her lips more.