12-20-2008, 11:40 PM
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Shame. That was really all she felt anymore. Even the physical pain from the wounds that riddled her body were more or less numb now. There are people who loved her, people who depended on her. And she had let them down. She had let her anger get the best of her and put herself into an incredibly dangerous situation. In all reality she knew that it was possible she could have died. None of her wounds were that serious, but if Apollo hadn't shown up who knows what could have happened. This time she couldn't even really remember what had happened. What she felt the most sick about was having put Kansas through all this. He wasn't mad, was never mad. But he deserved better than that. She had promised him to let him know if he could help her with this. But she hadn't.
Savina hadn't left their room in a few days now. Partly because she was still physically recovering, but also because she didn't feel like she could face her pack. What would they think? There was no hiding the problem this time. She was their leader and couldn't hide such things from them, she couldn't lie to them. Would they be afraid? Not want to follow her anymore? The femme couldn't blame them if that's how they felt.
Her ears twitched and head lifted with effort to look at Geneva entering her room. Ears folded against her head and emerald eyes were full of an emotion she couldn't even name. Some mix between panic and sorrow. "Geneva..." she whispered. Her gaze looked away from the slate wolfess. "I'll...be fine. Nani tended to the wounds." She was at a loss for what else to say.
Shame. That was really all she felt anymore. Even the physical pain from the wounds that riddled her body were more or less numb now. There are people who loved her, people who depended on her. And she had let them down. She had let her anger get the best of her and put herself into an incredibly dangerous situation. In all reality she knew that it was possible she could have died. None of her wounds were that serious, but if Apollo hadn't shown up who knows what could have happened. This time she couldn't even really remember what had happened. What she felt the most sick about was having put Kansas through all this. He wasn't mad, was never mad. But he deserved better than that. She had promised him to let him know if he could help her with this. But she hadn't.
Savina hadn't left their room in a few days now. Partly because she was still physically recovering, but also because she didn't feel like she could face her pack. What would they think? There was no hiding the problem this time. She was their leader and couldn't hide such things from them, she couldn't lie to them. Would they be afraid? Not want to follow her anymore? The femme couldn't blame them if that's how they felt.
Her ears twitched and head lifted with effort to look at Geneva entering her room. Ears folded against her head and emerald eyes were full of an emotion she couldn't even name. Some mix between panic and sorrow. "Geneva..." she whispered. Her gaze looked away from the slate wolfess. "I'll...be fine. Nani tended to the wounds." She was at a loss for what else to say.