01-21-2008, 09:17 PM
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A restless spirit could well have taken possession of this small girl, who was chasing snowflakes at the time. Frenzied, as if the faster and more out of breath she could become the more sense everything made. The pained cries had her skidding to a stop, and her heart skipped a beat. That was Fatin's voice - her mother was suffering. Terrified, she dashed for the entrance and downwards, slowing with each step as she felt a deeper cold than ever before douse her very bones. The shock of arriving at the tragic scene took her a stage at a time. Her mother was right there in the firelight; why was no one trying to help, if she was hurt? This was another kind of pain, she understood, but how so - what was this heartache? Then, eyes settling on the dark and still figure, the little wolf gasped in horror. What had happened here, she would have wondered - but Phasma was already gone. Nothing else mattered to her any more. Legacy had not known her well, but the woman had been here helping to lead this pack for a short while, she had been admired, loved, she was part of the family. Fatin had loved her so much, and the teary-eyed wolf's anguish distressed Legacy still further. Her own tears brimmed as she reached a paw to touch her mother's arm, though she didn't know whether she could be of any comfort. [/html]
A restless spirit could well have taken possession of this small girl, who was chasing snowflakes at the time. Frenzied, as if the faster and more out of breath she could become the more sense everything made. The pained cries had her skidding to a stop, and her heart skipped a beat. That was Fatin's voice - her mother was suffering. Terrified, she dashed for the entrance and downwards, slowing with each step as she felt a deeper cold than ever before douse her very bones. The shock of arriving at the tragic scene took her a stage at a time. Her mother was right there in the firelight; why was no one trying to help, if she was hurt? This was another kind of pain, she understood, but how so - what was this heartache? Then, eyes settling on the dark and still figure, the little wolf gasped in horror. What had happened here, she would have wondered - but Phasma was already gone. Nothing else mattered to her any more. Legacy had not known her well, but the woman had been here helping to lead this pack for a short while, she had been admired, loved, she was part of the family. Fatin had loved her so much, and the teary-eyed wolf's anguish distressed Legacy still further. Her own tears brimmed as she reached a paw to touch her mother's arm, though she didn't know whether she could be of any comfort.