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[jesaminny]

THIS. IS. SABINA WILDER. AT. HER. HEART.

even if she doesn’t show it all the time

[jesaminny]

Sabina Drabble

Hope you enjoy this quick little piece! I got into the fall spirit, as where I am, it’s just starting to feel nice and cozy. Friendly reminder to vote if you live in the United States! Whoever you support, know that you have the power to make a difference this election day.

A chill swept through the air. It was a cool autumn morning, and rain lightly skittered down from the heavens. Songbirds trilled around the trees, dark and skeletal figures robed in rosy orange dresses, and the Wilder Pack busied about the camp to get ready for the day.

Sabina sat at her favorite viewpoint of camp, a small rocky outcropping that she always came to for thinking. Her legs hung over the edge, beating rhythmically on the grey stones like a drum. She had a lot to think about that day. Her fifteenth birthday was looming, and tradition dictated that she’d have to choose her position and duty for the pack. The problem was that she had no idea what she wanted to do at all. Even worse, her parents were the leaders, and all eyes were on her as future heir. Everyone seemed to expect her to be talented whenever she tried out a particular job, and she hated the way their eyes always seemed to have a disappointed edge to them afterwards, when they realized she was just an average girl. She knew that to be a good commander, she needed to earn respect through having an important role in the pack’s wellbeing. But she just couldn’t find any duty that she was good enough at to make an impact in. Her father wanted her to be a warrior, as he had been, and her mother suggested that she become a hunter, as she had been, but nothing seemed right. She just wished she had more time to find a role perfect for herself. She didn’t know what she wanted to eat for breakfast, let alone do for the rest of her life!

“What the scat!” Sabina screeched as she felt something slippery slide over her skin. She whipped around to find her younger brother Tula grinning wickedly from where he’d hidden himself behind her.

“Sorry!” he said, winking. “I didn’t think you’d get so scared!”

He wagged around in his hands a dead snake skin, which he must have gotten from one of the older hunters.

“You’re such an idiot!” She grabbed at the offending item in question, but he quickly dodged it out of the way and scuttled down from the rocks towards camp.

 And it would be easier to make a decision if she didn’t have an annoying little devil constantly bothering her.

“I’m totally not going to tell mom you haven’t sewn the clothes yet!” Tula’s voice came again.

Sabina cursed as she pushed herself up from the ground.

“You’re going to regret saying that!”

She raced down the slope, her legs snapping on and off the ground in quick succession. She could feel her long hair streaming behind her in the wind, and she beat her arms back and forth at her sides. Her muscles surged over fallen trees and stones, obstacles that a mere human might find troublesome, and her eyes pinpointed the small figure of her brother in the distance. He was still young and in development, so she knew he was wearing himself out through sprinting away from her. She could hear his heavy breaths from yards and yards away.

           She cut around a birch in her path, and veered off towards the right. She had a plan to get her revenge. Her feet dipped lightly onto the ground, as quiet as possible, and she sped her way around him, in an arc. When she heard him stop his movement, she ducked behind the frame of a rock. Peeking around it to get a better view, she could see him standing alone in the woods.

           His cheeks were blushed and his dark hair was mussed up on his head. His skin had a slight sheen of sweat. He opened his mouth, and she knew he was tasting the air for her scent.

           “I know you’re here, ‘Bina,” he said. He began to glance around the area, and took a few steps hesitantly to the right.

Sabina held still. She willed her shoulders and legs to stiffen to hold in place better, and changed her breathing to quiet it. She turned her head away from him. The rock was cold and sharp against her neck. Ahead of her, she could see rows and rows of blooming trees. To gauge Tula’s closeness to her, she angled her ears in his direction, and also took a taste of the breeze. Almost immediately, the flavor of spicy cinnamon came spiking up her nose. She could sense his changes in direction through reading the adjustments of his scent in the wind. He was closing in on her, but she knew his skills well enough that she was sure he wasn’t yet able to accurately tell where she was. He only had a general idea in his mind at this point. And judging from the crunches of leaves she could hear; his sightline was not one that had any chance of seeing her.

           “Sabina, stop hiding. I’m not an idiot, I know you’re here. Why don’t you just come on out now, huh? Afraid that I’m too quick for you?” his voice echoed over the quiet space.

           He paused for a moment. She knew he was right by her hiding place, but she was also confident in the fact that his weaknesses were clouding his judgement.

           Crunch. Crunch. She recognized the sounds of his steps. She smiled to herself, as she heard him move away from the rock she was behind.

           “I’m taking that silence as a yes-“ he began, and Sabina leapt over the rock and tackled him to the ground. A warm smash of bodies came as they wrestled amongst themselves in the fall leaves. Sabina smacked her leg against his as he tried to elbow her in the chest. She twisted her legs and-BAM! She had pinned him.

           She glanced down at him, and at his playful smile, she felt one come over her face as well. She slipped herself off of him and stood, brushing dirt away from her skin.

           “Good try, brother, but you overestimate your skills, and underestimate mine.”

He laughed, and held out a hand which she used to help him up.

           “You sure about that?”

She nodded in reply.

           “Then how about a race back to camp?”

And with that, he took off into the woods. Sabina shook her head, and gave a sigh. Then she hurried off to join him.

-j

[jesaminny]

Sabina Wilder:

she was a short girl, around fifteen years old. her hair was long and dark, and it fell in waves down her back and around her face, softening their edges. her eyes were a steely dark grey, and they seemed predatory. they watched the world like every little motion was a clue to a deeper picture. her entire body was strong-just from looking at her you could tell she would beat you in a race, a fight, and any challenge you could possibly think of. she was intimidating.

-j