Sorry for the wait, I had to go on Absentee unexpectedly. D: She was like a hermit almost, lingering just near her den, or cave rather, so close to the borders, keeping much to herself as each day passed by. The raven lady had recovered from quite a lot over the years, rape, lost children, lost lovers, but after losing two children, a lover, and a whole pack in the span of only a few days, Phasma found it increasingly hard to get past the horrid slump in her life. She would have much rather stayed in her den each day and just sleep, sleep until there was nothing left to do but die. Phoenix had been so kind to her though, offering her a place in his pack, a leader rank none-the-less, and she couldn't simply accept his kindness and do nothing. She tried to be the best Gamma that she could. That was the reason that the short howl perked her up so suddenly. She'd been standing just outside of her cave, using a few small boulders to hang a blanket over the entrance. Once the winter winds came blowing into the lands the blanket would help to block some of them from getting in to her cave. Curious, Phasma left the half hung blanket and turned toward the sound of the call, which was coming from the borders. She could easily get there by following the borders down and around, which she did. It was a short walk, which was why she'd chosen the cave that she did, and the onyx lady seemed to ignore everything else as she went along. He came into her sight soon, slate eyes washing over the form quickly, and as she approached she couldn't help but feel like she should know the creature. A child, or not so much a child, from some time ago came into her mind, confused and angry. Ghosts from her past, she dismissed the thought a moment, taking note of the hidden child, peeking so innocently from the pack and, more importantly, of the object wrapped up in the arms of the male. The body was small and the scent that drifted from it was distinct, a dead child, and she knew that feeling. "Can I help you?" And her words didn't hold the same meaning the often did when finding someone at the borders, they didn't hold the curiosity of why a person was there. Instead, she really wanted to help him, to hold the stranger and tell him it would be okay. |
