12-22-2008, 02:17 PM
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Forward dated to the 24th
It was her first time leaving the mansion in over a week. The cuts and bites on her form were healing fairly well, thanks to Naniko. She was lucky none of them had been too severe. Though at time she almost wish they had been. There hadn't been a single incident since the fight that she had complained to a soul about her wounds. It was because she knew that she deserved them. They were part of her punishment for breaking her promise to Kansas. For potentially putting her pack at risk. Of course they were the largest pack in the lands and Inferni wouldn't have a chance even if a war did happen. But still, the fact that that could have been a consequence of her actions filled her with such a self-loathing.
The dark fey stopped and sat down near the borders, the cold both soothing and stinging at her body. She knew that if anyone knew she had ventured out here in this cold they would have scolded her. The Lt. General really shouldn't have come out here. While her healing was going well, the frigid cold wouldn't do anything to help it. But she just had to get away from the house. It wasn't that anyone had been mean to her, quite the opposite. Everyone had been so caring and willing to help. It helped, but at the same time made her feel all the more awful for what she had done.
A shiver went up her spine as the white flakes of snow clung to her marred midnight fur, making her look like some ripped open night sky. Geneva had offered to help her learn some techniques that might assist in her controlling her temper. Though she wanted more. Savina wondered if there was someone out there who had a somewhat similar problem to her own that knew how to deal with it. She just couldn't risk this happening again. She couldn't live with it.
It was her first time leaving the mansion in over a week. The cuts and bites on her form were healing fairly well, thanks to Naniko. She was lucky none of them had been too severe. Though at time she almost wish they had been. There hadn't been a single incident since the fight that she had complained to a soul about her wounds. It was because she knew that she deserved them. They were part of her punishment for breaking her promise to Kansas. For potentially putting her pack at risk. Of course they were the largest pack in the lands and Inferni wouldn't have a chance even if a war did happen. But still, the fact that that could have been a consequence of her actions filled her with such a self-loathing.
The dark fey stopped and sat down near the borders, the cold both soothing and stinging at her body. She knew that if anyone knew she had ventured out here in this cold they would have scolded her. The Lt. General really shouldn't have come out here. While her healing was going well, the frigid cold wouldn't do anything to help it. But she just had to get away from the house. It wasn't that anyone had been mean to her, quite the opposite. Everyone had been so caring and willing to help. It helped, but at the same time made her feel all the more awful for what she had done.
A shiver went up her spine as the white flakes of snow clung to her marred midnight fur, making her look like some ripped open night sky. Geneva had offered to help her learn some techniques that might assist in her controlling her temper. Though she wanted more. Savina wondered if there was someone out there who had a somewhat similar problem to her own that knew how to deal with it. She just couldn't risk this happening again. She couldn't live with it.