06-08-2009, 02:27 AM
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Catalyst had easily allowed Cwmfen to reach out to her and grasp her small frame, as she was lifted up into the warrior's embrace. There was no doubt that the pup let the contact happen, as she instantly buried her wet muzzle and facade into the woman's black and blue pelt; hoping that all this could disappear right then and there, and perhaps finding a moment's content within that very spot. Surely her tears were absorbed into the Adonis's inky fur, and for that Catalyst even felt terrible for it. The empty shell that was the previous Dahlia was right below her now, and knowing that fact made the flesh beneath her fur instantly crawl; he had been a nice male, but now with him in this lifeless state, she wanted to be as far away as possible from him. That was probably a bad and wrong feeling to feel, but Catalyst couldn't help it. Knowing she had done gravely wrong, the de Sadira couldn't help to be a bit baffled as to why Cwmfen didn't chide or scold her. Mother usually scolded the pups when they were misbehaving, but this warrior didn't. Although, Catalyst had that telling feeling that something was going on inside Cwmfen, whether it be disappointment, anger, regret, sadness, and a whole list of other emotions. Catalyst couldn't tell what it was, but it was something, and thick invisible vibes of such were more than enough to tell.
Pulling her head away from her sable fur, the slender fingers titled her muzzle up to where her gaze was met with her pupil less eyes. Sniffling, her dual eyes tried to search the blank void of the warrior's gaze, hard to discern what emotion flashed in her sights, but her eyes blinked away a fog of tears as the pup finally spoke, her words hushed in a shaky and broken whisper. "W-why... w-why was i-it h-his t-t-time to... die?" Recollecting their conversation with life and death, death was something entirely in its own realm, unknown of when it was to come. Why had it come so soon for the male, seeing that he looked fairly young and not old like most elders? Did he do something in his life to bring it upon him? Did he commit a crime, break some rules? Would she die because she broke the promise made with Cwmfen? Such a thought struck fear in her heart, refusing to look down at the bloodied mess before them, not wanting to see that fate for herself. She wished that she would have just kept her word, would have just listened. This wasn't to say she would never commit such an action again, for that couldn't be told, but at least now her critical thinking process would start in the subconscious realm of her mind. She would certainly begin to think before she acted upon.
There was something that broke the eye contact, as Catalyst's eyes narrowed back into the depths of Dahlia. Something akin to drawn out sobs, faded and lonely among the wind. She had not seen the darkly russet female creep up and watch from a distance, only heard her disdained cries after her departure. There was someone else then, not the origin of the cries. Another male, who looked almost similar to the fallen wolf pelt wise, but held a darker and richer coat. Catalyst assumed maybe it was a family member, close relative. Her glance shifted to Cwmfen for a second, and then back to the male. She hadn't seen him before. As he approached, sullen by the scene, it was then the fallen wolf's name was revealed to her, spoken by a stranger's tongue. Ril'o. The name had a haunting connection to it, and it reminded her that Ril'o was still dead below by Cwmfen's very paws. It made her shudder, and press closer into the warrior's embrace.
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Catalyst had easily allowed Cwmfen to reach out to her and grasp her small frame, as she was lifted up into the warrior's embrace. There was no doubt that the pup let the contact happen, as she instantly buried her wet muzzle and facade into the woman's black and blue pelt; hoping that all this could disappear right then and there, and perhaps finding a moment's content within that very spot. Surely her tears were absorbed into the Adonis's inky fur, and for that Catalyst even felt terrible for it. The empty shell that was the previous Dahlia was right below her now, and knowing that fact made the flesh beneath her fur instantly crawl; he had been a nice male, but now with him in this lifeless state, she wanted to be as far away as possible from him. That was probably a bad and wrong feeling to feel, but Catalyst couldn't help it. Knowing she had done gravely wrong, the de Sadira couldn't help to be a bit baffled as to why Cwmfen didn't chide or scold her. Mother usually scolded the pups when they were misbehaving, but this warrior didn't. Although, Catalyst had that telling feeling that something was going on inside Cwmfen, whether it be disappointment, anger, regret, sadness, and a whole list of other emotions. Catalyst couldn't tell what it was, but it was something, and thick invisible vibes of such were more than enough to tell.
Pulling her head away from her sable fur, the slender fingers titled her muzzle up to where her gaze was met with her pupil less eyes. Sniffling, her dual eyes tried to search the blank void of the warrior's gaze, hard to discern what emotion flashed in her sights, but her eyes blinked away a fog of tears as the pup finally spoke, her words hushed in a shaky and broken whisper. "W-why... w-why was i-it h-his t-t-time to... die?" Recollecting their conversation with life and death, death was something entirely in its own realm, unknown of when it was to come. Why had it come so soon for the male, seeing that he looked fairly young and not old like most elders? Did he do something in his life to bring it upon him? Did he commit a crime, break some rules? Would she die because she broke the promise made with Cwmfen? Such a thought struck fear in her heart, refusing to look down at the bloodied mess before them, not wanting to see that fate for herself. She wished that she would have just kept her word, would have just listened. This wasn't to say she would never commit such an action again, for that couldn't be told, but at least now her critical thinking process would start in the subconscious realm of her mind. She would certainly begin to think before she acted upon.
There was something that broke the eye contact, as Catalyst's eyes narrowed back into the depths of Dahlia. Something akin to drawn out sobs, faded and lonely among the wind. She had not seen the darkly russet female creep up and watch from a distance, only heard her disdained cries after her departure. There was someone else then, not the origin of the cries. Another male, who looked almost similar to the fallen wolf pelt wise, but held a darker and richer coat. Catalyst assumed maybe it was a family member, close relative. Her glance shifted to Cwmfen for a second, and then back to the male. She hadn't seen him before. As he approached, sullen by the scene, it was then the fallen wolf's name was revealed to her, spoken by a stranger's tongue. Ril'o. The name had a haunting connection to it, and it reminded her that Ril'o was still dead below by Cwmfen's very paws. It made her shudder, and press closer into the warrior's embrace.
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