04-14-2011, 07:39 AM
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The woman walked across Phoenix Valley's lands with the enthusiasm that one walked into their own death. She could find no energy to be the joker she had always, her life catching up to her now and creating a cynical cold heart out of her. Since her return from Cercatori d'Arte and her meeting with Shawchert Menue, Jace had been a rolling liability to the pack. Her rank had been ignored and shunned and she had not hunted anything for or with the pack for quite some time nor had she sought to feed herself either, she had not starved because Temo had brought her food when he saw she was not taking care of herself and now she was traveling to return this favor to him, a small flower was clutched in her grey paw to show her thanks.
The she femme was still all but dead emotionally but she recognised the love where it fluttered and the devotion to her mate. It was that rather than conscious thought that had her traveling around to find the perfect flower to present the words that her brain could not devise and her mouth not speak. It was pathetic really but it was all the woman could do for her mate that must be now assume she no longer cared. Truth that was not and lies it was. There was simply no room in her heart besides the aching sorrow for her dead puppies although she knew that he must be hurting too, so much and for such a long time now, the days felt as though they were years.
Blood, she could smell it everywhere as though it stained her own paws. That murderer she had killed and consumed had deserved his death and the manner in which it was delivered to him. Jace was somewhat proud of herself about as much as she was disgusted with herself for murdering another of her own kind. As she took a sniff at the air she realised it wasn't the blood in her head she could smell it was in the real life world. She followed the trail swiftly, maybe now she could hunt for herself if she could handle it. Then Noah's body came into view along with crimson puddles that dripped from gaping holes in his pelt.
The female rushed forwards, the flower for Temo forgotten and trampled beneath her feet. She dropped to her knees besides her adored friend, gathering his body up towards herself as she sought to determine if he still clung onto his life. Jace was no medic, not by a long shot and she was insufficiently skilled to deal with this. Throwing back her tan, black and white head she howled for help, the sound filled with morbid desolation and would most likely call every wolf in the vicinity of Phoenix Valley to their position, a howl only sounded like that if death was close to its owner, either physically or in the vicinity.
Female hands gently cradled the sable three legged male's head and her voice whispered to the winds,
"Oh Noah.. my poor Noah."
The woman walked across Phoenix Valley's lands with the enthusiasm that one walked into their own death. She could find no energy to be the joker she had always, her life catching up to her now and creating a cynical cold heart out of her. Since her return from Cercatori d'Arte and her meeting with Shawchert Menue, Jace had been a rolling liability to the pack. Her rank had been ignored and shunned and she had not hunted anything for or with the pack for quite some time nor had she sought to feed herself either, she had not starved because Temo had brought her food when he saw she was not taking care of herself and now she was traveling to return this favor to him, a small flower was clutched in her grey paw to show her thanks.
The she femme was still all but dead emotionally but she recognised the love where it fluttered and the devotion to her mate. It was that rather than conscious thought that had her traveling around to find the perfect flower to present the words that her brain could not devise and her mouth not speak. It was pathetic really but it was all the woman could do for her mate that must be now assume she no longer cared. Truth that was not and lies it was. There was simply no room in her heart besides the aching sorrow for her dead puppies although she knew that he must be hurting too, so much and for such a long time now, the days felt as though they were years.
Blood, she could smell it everywhere as though it stained her own paws. That murderer she had killed and consumed had deserved his death and the manner in which it was delivered to him. Jace was somewhat proud of herself about as much as she was disgusted with herself for murdering another of her own kind. As she took a sniff at the air she realised it wasn't the blood in her head she could smell it was in the real life world. She followed the trail swiftly, maybe now she could hunt for herself if she could handle it. Then Noah's body came into view along with crimson puddles that dripped from gaping holes in his pelt.
The female rushed forwards, the flower for Temo forgotten and trampled beneath her feet. She dropped to her knees besides her adored friend, gathering his body up towards herself as she sought to determine if he still clung onto his life. Jace was no medic, not by a long shot and she was insufficiently skilled to deal with this. Throwing back her tan, black and white head she howled for help, the sound filled with morbid desolation and would most likely call every wolf in the vicinity of Phoenix Valley to their position, a howl only sounded like that if death was close to its owner, either physically or in the vicinity.
Female hands gently cradled the sable three legged male's head and her voice whispered to the winds,
"Oh Noah.. my poor Noah."