03-05-2010, 02:59 PM
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Mew had her eyes closed, her brilliant greens hidden from the world for a moment as her other senses took over. Her nose took in the scent of both a stranger and a friend, her finger-tips, her whiskers shivered as they made contact with the other. It was not that she tried to hide herself, but it was her inability to look at the other, paired with her inability to comprehend the depths of the younger female's sadness. She closed her eyes as if to look inside herself for a moment, and she measured her own sadness, the one she had carried in the past and which now rose as compassion for the other, and she compared it with the one of the hybrid she held. A fleeting thought touched on the ever tender subject of race, but now was not the time, now when tears lined both their faces and the stranger who had become her sister in an instant whispered to her. Both their voices were weak to begin with, further weakened by the snow around them, as if the world tried to consume their words and break them. Mew opened her eyes to look at her sister after only a pair of the words had entered the air, but the greens quickly shut themselves again when the white female understood what they meant. Her head hung still in the air a moment, frozen, and she could think of nothing to say. What does one say when one of the most precious things you have is taken from you? And from family — it was beyond Mew's capabilities to even try to find suitable words. When she opened her eyes, her mind had already thought the thought that it was what could be expected from coyotes, but she would never voice this thought again. This female had not deserved such a twisted course of fate, coyote or wolf or hybrid; no one did. Hatred for whoever had done this, anyone who could do such things, took the place of hatred for this race once and for all, and she would never think of coyotes in the same way again, though she did not know it. Her green eyes stared at her sister, brimmed with tears, some trailing downwards towards the ground, the gaze expressing what she could not in words. Her empathy could stretch far, but to her, to place herself in her sibling's stead, was unimaginable. Her white-furred hands squeezed the other's tighter, before one moved to the side, offering her an embrace if she so wished it. It was all she could do, to comfort, and her voice whispered and repeated over and over the same two words as it had before. "I'm sorry..." |