07-18-2008, 02:55 PM
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“Thank you, Skoll,” she replied, her words coming out as nearly a whisper. They were faint, but they carried her determination. Although she doubted Skoll would hear it, it only mattered to her. That she had said it, or at least thought it. Perhaps she had not even said it at all.
She would not allow any more harm to come to her members. They deserved that much from their leader. She frowned as she heard movement coming from Lubomir's direction. He groaned quietly. She watched him, glancing at Skoll quickly, then moved toward Lubomir.
He moved, pushing himself onto all fours. Tayui refrained from growling at him, barking at him to sit down and stop this foolishness at once. But she contained herself; she knew that harsh words would not heal any injury. “If you are to even consider fighting in the future, you will sit yourself down. It cannot be helped that you lost consciousness, but if you try to push yourself, you will gain nothing.” She kept her words cool, free of the acid that nearly threatened to consume her. All she could feel was anger. First a rogue coyote attacked her pack members, injured them, hurt them, and then she hurt one of them more with her questioning. She would not stand by as Lubomir forced himself to move, thus injuring himself further. “However, a thank you is in order. Perhaps it is not appropriate for this sort of situation, but thank you, both of you. Your actions may have spared the lives of many others.” She knew she would hate herself if she did not bring her temper under control, for she was wavering between being cold and distant to rash and angry. She would accomplish nothing if she did not consider her words before she spoke, or her actions before she moved.
A ghost in the system, and angel on the stairs.
She was being cruel. She knew this; Skoll's weary gaze was enough evidence for her. She felt bad to be asking him so many questions, ripping apart his mind when it had already been attacked. She knew she should stop, but the drive to continue was powerful. Just a little more, just a few more questions was what her mind told her. Her words would not kill Skoll, nor would they severely injure him like the rogue coyote. She could continue harassing him, but it would be for nought. She nodded, sufficiently pleased with his reply; she would mull over the implications later. “Thank you, Skoll,” she replied, her words coming out as nearly a whisper. They were faint, but they carried her determination. Although she doubted Skoll would hear it, it only mattered to her. That she had said it, or at least thought it. Perhaps she had not even said it at all.
She would not allow any more harm to come to her members. They deserved that much from their leader. She frowned as she heard movement coming from Lubomir's direction. He groaned quietly. She watched him, glancing at Skoll quickly, then moved toward Lubomir.
He moved, pushing himself onto all fours. Tayui refrained from growling at him, barking at him to sit down and stop this foolishness at once. But she contained herself; she knew that harsh words would not heal any injury. “If you are to even consider fighting in the future, you will sit yourself down. It cannot be helped that you lost consciousness, but if you try to push yourself, you will gain nothing.” She kept her words cool, free of the acid that nearly threatened to consume her. All she could feel was anger. First a rogue coyote attacked her pack members, injured them, hurt them, and then she hurt one of them more with her questioning. She would not stand by as Lubomir forced himself to move, thus injuring himself further. “However, a thank you is in order. Perhaps it is not appropriate for this sort of situation, but thank you, both of you. Your actions may have spared the lives of many others.” She knew she would hate herself if she did not bring her temper under control, for she was wavering between being cold and distant to rash and angry. She would accomplish nothing if she did not consider her words before she spoke, or her actions before she moved.