01-18-2010, 08:54 PM
Sosu: 607
The chain of events that had landed Firefly stuck within the pack’s lands for the past few days hung heavy on her heart. She had begun to relax within her home once more and hadn’t been so prickly towards those she knew. The pregnancy had changed some things though, and the war that followed had set her out on a course that she now wished she had been able to abandon. She couldn’t though and she had stayed curled up in a miserable little ball for two solid days. There were no more tears to weep and the sorrow that had flooded her soul now had turned her hear to ice once more.
She would not find herself a mother once more, her mind couldn’t help but throw cold thoughts about her head, making her wonder if perhaps Conor wouldn’t shoot her looks filled with disgust and contempt, and maybe Jacquez would stop acting a child and grow a bit of spine. She opened her eyes, pushing back the flood of ill notions as her dull haunted green orbs gazed at the weak rays of sunlight that poured through the dirty glass.
Snow fell softly outside, showing her that the world still turned and the sun would continue to rise. None would remember the lost pups past a season or so except her. She narrowed her eyes as she lifted herself from the bed. The coppery scent of blood still tainting the air, causing a shudder to escape down her spine as she felt every ache and bruise about her once more small frame. Two days without food hadn’t helped either but she wasn’t thinking of food or nutrition. She could feel one of the gashes split open as blood filled the air, fresh again. She didn’t stop to try and cleanse the wound or even to see how bad it was. She just limped on, determined to remove herself from the room where memories clung.
The brisk cold air hit her face as she pushed through the front door and stepped onto the porch. Her paws felt clumsy as she made her way down the stairs, the shadowy figure of Elroy following her, though she never turned to see the worry and concern in the feline’s face. Instead she just moved on, down each step carefully, though she couldn’t keep from lurching and staggering as her paws hit the snow of the ground.
She came to a crumpled halt in one of the drifts of snow that piled high along the side of the steps. She just sunk down into the soft white blanket and closed her eyes, the cold seeping into her body as she felt the anger and rage at what the monsters who resided in Dahlia de Mai had done to her. Bitter tears she wept as the lithe feline cautiously came to join her in the snow, knowing that she should be out and about but not knowing how in the world he would be able to make her return to the warmer reaches of the cabin.
He sat with his head laying atop her muzzle as his bright blue orbs cast about the land, hoping that one of the pack would show to check up on the wounded woman. He didn’t know where he would go to find help if no one showed soon, but he was still too afraid to leave her as well. The poor little creature that was more of a pain and bother to the lady sure had found himself in a hard spot as he tried to lick away the tears that cast down her face.
The chain of events that had landed Firefly stuck within the pack’s lands for the past few days hung heavy on her heart. She had begun to relax within her home once more and hadn’t been so prickly towards those she knew. The pregnancy had changed some things though, and the war that followed had set her out on a course that she now wished she had been able to abandon. She couldn’t though and she had stayed curled up in a miserable little ball for two solid days. There were no more tears to weep and the sorrow that had flooded her soul now had turned her hear to ice once more.
She would not find herself a mother once more, her mind couldn’t help but throw cold thoughts about her head, making her wonder if perhaps Conor wouldn’t shoot her looks filled with disgust and contempt, and maybe Jacquez would stop acting a child and grow a bit of spine. She opened her eyes, pushing back the flood of ill notions as her dull haunted green orbs gazed at the weak rays of sunlight that poured through the dirty glass.
Snow fell softly outside, showing her that the world still turned and the sun would continue to rise. None would remember the lost pups past a season or so except her. She narrowed her eyes as she lifted herself from the bed. The coppery scent of blood still tainting the air, causing a shudder to escape down her spine as she felt every ache and bruise about her once more small frame. Two days without food hadn’t helped either but she wasn’t thinking of food or nutrition. She could feel one of the gashes split open as blood filled the air, fresh again. She didn’t stop to try and cleanse the wound or even to see how bad it was. She just limped on, determined to remove herself from the room where memories clung.
The brisk cold air hit her face as she pushed through the front door and stepped onto the porch. Her paws felt clumsy as she made her way down the stairs, the shadowy figure of Elroy following her, though she never turned to see the worry and concern in the feline’s face. Instead she just moved on, down each step carefully, though she couldn’t keep from lurching and staggering as her paws hit the snow of the ground.
She came to a crumpled halt in one of the drifts of snow that piled high along the side of the steps. She just sunk down into the soft white blanket and closed her eyes, the cold seeping into her body as she felt the anger and rage at what the monsters who resided in Dahlia de Mai had done to her. Bitter tears she wept as the lithe feline cautiously came to join her in the snow, knowing that she should be out and about but not knowing how in the world he would be able to make her return to the warmer reaches of the cabin.
He sat with his head laying atop her muzzle as his bright blue orbs cast about the land, hoping that one of the pack would show to check up on the wounded woman. He didn’t know where he would go to find help if no one showed soon, but he was still too afraid to leave her as well. The poor little creature that was more of a pain and bother to the lady sure had found himself in a hard spot as he tried to lick away the tears that cast down her face.