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- Iskata Sadira - 12-16-2008 Iskata had removed herself from the house once more and was sitting outside on the porch. She could feel the snowflakes that were falling as they touched her nose before disappearing into nothing. The scattered crystals on the wind were just flurries but it was enough to make her realize sooner or later someone was going to come looking for her. She'd been lucky thus far and had been left alone, the silver and gold woman hadn't really even paid much attention to the changing world around her the past few weeks. She knew when someone had brought Zana over in the night to snuggle next to her but she hardly paid attention to the babe. It was wrong but she didn't want to be reminded of what she would never get to experiance, to see her last child grow into a lovely young woman.. she was afraid already because she was beginning to feel the few memories she had of the daughter fading away. She sneezed as another flake fell upon her nose, shaking her head she covered her muzzle with her forepaws and closed her scarred up eyes. The stitches were beginning to itch like crazy and the woman wanted to rip them all out. Hell would come if she did just that but it was tempting just the same. Her mood was beginning to grow foul as she knew she couldn't do what she wanted. The elder really was beginning to feel like a child who knew they were going to get caught sneaking into the cookie jar.. but she still wanted to itch the scratches so bad. Growling softly the woman sighed, her ears pinned back against her skull as she decided she might as well pull herself up and crawl back to the cottage where she could be mooned over. Some little thought kept flickering in her head that the others liked babying her, but she did NOT require babying and they knew how she felt. - Kasch Anubi - 12-17-2008 [html]
- Iskata Sadira - 12-24-2008 She had been lost in her own thoughts and miseries until the sudden thump and the scent that washed over her, acompanied by the voice of the young one. She flicked her ears back in annoyance because she couldn't see the owner and the youth didn't seem to care. She bared her fangs slightly as she grumbled. "You're either new or old, big deal." She turned her sightless eyes away from the male as she fluffed her coat up against the cold, knowing that it was pointless as winter was finally here and there was no getting beyond the cold unless she went indoors. She was silent a moment before turning slightly, as though she could still watch him from the corner of her eye though she knew it impossible. Suddenly she asked. "Why are you here though..." She knew that their pack would take the boy in and he would grow to love the lands and himself or he'd leave, but why he'd come here and why he'd chose this spot was more interesting than anything.. because that was all there was at the moment until he made tomorrow into something new. - Kasch Anubi - 01-05-2009 [html]
- Iskata Sadira - 01-06-2009 Iskata could tell that the male had taken to a more submissive posture by the shuffle of his body and yet she couldn't help but fold her ears back against her skull. He should be able to tell that she didn't seen such shows as she couldn't see a damn thing he was doing. She grumbled softly and shifted her weight as she knew by the silence that either he was just staring or he was trying not to. She couldn't help but snap. "It's not polite to stare.." as she rubbed her paws across her muzzle, trying to ignore the lacking manners of the boy as she tried to focus on grooming out her pelt, something that she hadn't tended to in quite a while. Rubbing one cheek softly she tilted her head towards the voice of the boy as she flicked her tattered ears slightly. "No one forces you to stay in.. You're not a prisoner here." She knew her words were true though they felt like a lie to the woman, to her she did indeed feel like a prisoner at times and she just wanted to escape. She knew she should be so mean to the child but she didn't like surprises like she once had and each and every new packmember was now a surprise. She almost wished that the pack would atleast give the newcomers fair warning of what she was now. Dragging her tongue across her foreleg she muttered softly. "It's not like I have anywhere to be.. long stories are almost perfect pasttime for one like me." She knew she was being bitter mean old thing but she almost had a right to be now. Perhaps not to the young ones of her pack but she was an elder now, she might as well be what they'd view her as. - Kasch Anubi - 01-09-2009 [html]
- Iskata Sadira - 01-11-2009 Iskata normally wasn't such a bitter soul but lately she had nothing to keep her sanity from fleeting away and all she wanted was to belong again, to feel secure and confident in the world she'd helped to create. Instead she was just waiting for death it seemed, a dog on a leash when she needed to go out and a unneeded guest in a pack that was running effectively without her. She sighed softly as she turned her sightless orbs towards the boy and furrowed her brows. "I'm waiting boy.." she said softly since the youth hadn't answered her yet. Finally it seemed he was going to speak as she grumbled to herself and settled back to see what the big fuss was all about. Iskata placed her muzzle on her paws and snorted at the story, she wondered how in the hell the children were all told of their little paradise and yet never had the mothers or fathers ever been one to belong to their pack. Had they been drifter who had wanted to stay but had been afraid to approach, had they gawked at the strangeness of the herds and lifestock, perhaps even laughed and on their dying beds seem the wisdom of the strange pack's ways. Iskata wasn't for certain why but she found bitterness if realizing that the pack was beginning to become a thing of fairytales and legends.. and yet they had just begun living. Iskata rubbed her face along her paws agian, the constant itch of newly healed wounds a constant reminder of what had happened as the boy spoke. She flicked tattered ears back as she muttered. "No.. but I find it strange anyone would send their loved ones here.. even at a dying request. We're all just a bunch of misfits." She wondered just what sort of misfit the boy was that he'd ended up here, even if his own paws had brought him here he still had to be some sort of failure to be thrown in with the lot of them, not that she was going to say anything just yet. |