08-06-2009, 05:18 AM
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She's unshifted. Word Count: 369
time will heal even a heart of steel
Her vision blurred, the female lay in the grass among trees that shut out the sun. She didn't want the sun anyway. Her front paws were under her chin, her hind legs stretched out behind her at random. Why she was upset this day in particular, she didn't know, but seemingly she couldn't stop it either. Her mind could not help itself, it spun around thoughts she wanted out of there, but she did not have the strength to push them out. Perhaps she needed support, but the support she had was ever-absent, ever busy with his library with no time for her endless cravings for attention. He should perhaps have expected her to be that way, knowing very well of her childhood in solitude. In fact, her first two years of life had been in solitude. But she didn't want that anymore, and while they had promised each other to never leave the other's side... she had meant it fully. She longed to be with him always, to share every aspect of life with him, but he did not seem to want this anymore. He was more emotionally independent than her. She never intended to leave the male, and if their relationship was ever to end it would have to be his doing, not hers. Her heart screamed for supporting him, to help him with whatever he needed help with in life, to let him sleep next to her and find comfort in her presence. She wanted to encase him in her affection and warmth, and show him everything he meant to her. But these gifts could not be given to someone who was never there.
She didn't cry, exactly. But almost. Indulging herself in her own pity was not something she did often, but the smells of Dahlia de Mai, of puppies and happiness and late summer, had been too much for her today. She should have been happy now, in the scents of summer with puppies at her feet. But, she suspected she was unable to carry children, and that did nothing to quench her sadness. Vividly green eyes stared into nothingness in front of her unmoving form, oblivious to anything but her own hollow heart.
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She's unshifted. Word Count: 369
Her vision blurred, the female lay in the grass among trees that shut out the sun. She didn't want the sun anyway. Her front paws were under her chin, her hind legs stretched out behind her at random. Why she was upset this day in particular, she didn't know, but seemingly she couldn't stop it either. Her mind could not help itself, it spun around thoughts she wanted out of there, but she did not have the strength to push them out. Perhaps she needed support, but the support she had was ever-absent, ever busy with his library with no time for her endless cravings for attention. He should perhaps have expected her to be that way, knowing very well of her childhood in solitude. In fact, her first two years of life had been in solitude. But she didn't want that anymore, and while they had promised each other to never leave the other's side... she had meant it fully. She longed to be with him always, to share every aspect of life with him, but he did not seem to want this anymore. He was more emotionally independent than her. She never intended to leave the male, and if their relationship was ever to end it would have to be his doing, not hers. Her heart screamed for supporting him, to help him with whatever he needed help with in life, to let him sleep next to her and find comfort in her presence. She wanted to encase him in her affection and warmth, and show him everything he meant to her. But these gifts could not be given to someone who was never there.
She didn't cry, exactly. But almost. Indulging herself in her own pity was not something she did often, but the smells of Dahlia de Mai, of puppies and happiness and late summer, had been too much for her today. She should have been happy now, in the scents of summer with puppies at her feet. But, she suspected she was unable to carry children, and that did nothing to quench her sadness. Vividly green eyes stared into nothingness in front of her unmoving form, oblivious to anything but her own hollow heart.