[p] deep inside these sleeping shallows

Hotaru · 09-09-2012, 07:24 PM

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Grief, pain, and shame swirled in the female's mind, crushing her chest and making her dark world feel even more like a prison than before. Aiden and Aysun were dead, taken from her by some foul wind that took the life from their tiny forms. She didn't even know what they looked like. Hotaru had once thought it was enough to just hear their voices and smell their individual scents, but it wasn't. It wasn't even close to enough. She had never seen their fur, never seen their shining eyes. She had never gazed upon Aiden and Aysun as any other mother could, and they were taken from her all the same. Hadn't Hotaru paid enough? Hadn't she given away everything that she could? Her family was dead, her offspring had followed, her mate had simply left. Not that she could blame him. She had said terrible things to him, so why would he stick around?

Hotaru sat in her bedroom, clutching the blanket that Aiden and Aysun had slept on. It still smelled like them, and if she tried real hard, she could almost hear their babbling voices. A pathetic whimper escaped her lips and she began to rock back and forth, clutching the blanket to her chest. Soft chirps came from the two birds who each rested on a post. Kelia had become really attached to Hotaru in recent days, a strange development for the white falcon. Fawkes was off tracking Dalgina on Hotaru's orders, just to make sure that nothing happened to the young wolf-dog.

The sound of her own name being called in a thick accent made the blind female's ears prick. Was it Levent? Had he come back to her. Raising her snout, Hotaru tested the air. Disappointment and fresh feelings of grief washed over her like crashing waves as she recognized Vasiliy's scent. For a brief moment, the grieving mother considered ignoring Vasiliy. However, that moment faded and Hotaru stood. She placed the blanket on her bed and walked reluctantly to the front door.

After taking a deep breath, Hotaru dawned her mask of competent confidence. She allowed her tail to raise slightly and forced herself to stand tall. Although she was a mental and emotional wreck, it wasn't an obvious fact to most. Hotaru had nearly perfected her mask, and made sure to keep it on. She was, after all, the pack's Maven. "Good afternoon. Is there something you need from me Vasiliy?"

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