drowning in my own skin

[Iskata Sadira]

Iskata didn't turn towards the other when she said her name, she would have shied away if there had been space to, instead she felt the half healed muscles twitch under the pressure of the woman's hand. She closed those sightless eyes and turned her face towards the fire as the silence seemed to sit between them as Deuce tried to find her voice. There was a small little spark of gloating inside that seemed to make up for the pain of what she'd become to know that she'd stopped the woman in her tracks. Iskata was being selfish, she was being difficult and unreasonable about it all.. but Deuce had no clue what it felt like.. to go fro mbeing in the prime of her life with a world of happiness and delight.. to pitch black nothing.

Iskata finally flicked the woman's hand away as the words came, encouragement to make her believe that she would be back to normal, that she would be roaming the borders and greeting new packmembers and rejoicing in the company of old ones. Her voice was bitter as she shot questions of the obvious. "What's so grand about a world of darkness? What's it going to be like to never race with the pack again?" She finally turned back towards Deuce as she spat the bitterest one of all. "To never see your children grow.. to never see the faces of their own young.." She lowered her head down as she said in misery. "I'll get better.. and look forward to nothing."