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Sun Sep 24, 2017 6:12 pm
Isolda found that moving and keeping her hands busy helped to ease her mind – or at least, kept her mind off the things that were grating against her nerves like a thorn in the pad of her thumb. Today she was rummaging in the basement ruins of some building that had once stood on the banks of a large lake. The Russian wolf had discovered the lake some time ago, but had found herself too busy to return and explore. Until this afternoon, that is, when none of her usual pursuits could claim her attention for more than a few minutes at a time.
Frustrated by her own inattention, Isolda had struck out for Grand Lake. She’d learned that the area had once belonged to a pack, now disbanded. The scents were stale enough she did not worry, and in her present mood she didn’t care much about the history of the place, only that she wouldn’t be bothered. For a time, scavenging for potentially useful odds and ends had held her focus. But a turn of events in her “love life” – Isolda sneered at the term, what love had there been? – kept coming to the forefront of her mind. It was not a thorn in her hand, but more like sand in her eyes. She writhed with humiliation and anger every time she thought about a certain white wolfdog and the events that had transpired.
What a fool, she! Like an idiot, she had been lulled into thinking that a bed shared could mean deeper feelings were also shared. The woman wasn’t sure she could even blame Janik for how she had thought such a thing, but it was easier to aim her bitterness at him than to face her own embarrassment and hurt over the matter.
With a vicious snarl, Isolda flung a ragged piece of cloth away from herself, any pleasure she’d gained from scavenging gone. The rag fluttered ineffectually through the air and landed limply a mere few feet away. Isolda suddenly felt very much like the cloth and dropped into a crouch, rocking back on her heels. To her horror, tears began to well up in her eyes. How pathetic, the Luperci thought as she scrubbed away the salty wetness, crying in some ruins – put yourself back together!
With a forceful sniffle, she resumed sorting through the rubble. She wanted to bring something useful back to Sapient for all her trouble, even if it was just a few not-too-rusted nails and wood scraps.
Tue Oct 10, 2017 12:10 am