05-29-2009, 03:02 PM
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Stupid Jess making me reply to this!
Last to the gathering and it was unlike her, but she hadn’t been much herself lately. Where once there was brimming energy to burn and compassion to spare, weariness took over and cynicism clouded her compassion. Having had to turn out not one, not two, but three members of Dahlia, placing a life long ban on them, had exhausted her. The demands of “motherhood”, while rewarding, were certainly exhausting. It had all happened so fast, the white Rosea had no time to prepare herself, no prior warning, and it was taking some time to bounce back. Or maybe it had just changed her. Her energy would return, she knew that, but would she be able to so freely hand out her loyalty and compassion to the new souls admitted to the pack, as she had for the three that were now enemies of the pack?
Yet as she approached the group her weariness was perfectly masked. Her ability to flawlessly disguise or ignore any emotions or physical burden had not diminished despite not having used it. Ever since getting so close with Slay she had no reason to deceive others so, and it was to her, a bit of a puzzle now while she chose not to let Cwmfen and Haku, Haku especially, know how worn down she was. She had let others, lesser wolves, know, and she let Slay know, but not them. Not her two subleaders. Not the madman, and not the weird raven women she found beside him.
Navy eyes took in the scene as she held herself high and erect, though small and petit she was. Cwmfen had already asked the question that hung in the air and so she merely looked to Haku, drained of his blood and strength and her eyes questioned him. Secretly she wondered which of them was more worn down. Turning to the stranger, her cynicism running strong, her voice was warm enough to mask her skepticism. “Who are you?”
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Stupid Jess making me reply to this!
Last to the gathering and it was unlike her, but she hadn’t been much herself lately. Where once there was brimming energy to burn and compassion to spare, weariness took over and cynicism clouded her compassion. Having had to turn out not one, not two, but three members of Dahlia, placing a life long ban on them, had exhausted her. The demands of “motherhood”, while rewarding, were certainly exhausting. It had all happened so fast, the white Rosea had no time to prepare herself, no prior warning, and it was taking some time to bounce back. Or maybe it had just changed her. Her energy would return, she knew that, but would she be able to so freely hand out her loyalty and compassion to the new souls admitted to the pack, as she had for the three that were now enemies of the pack?
Yet as she approached the group her weariness was perfectly masked. Her ability to flawlessly disguise or ignore any emotions or physical burden had not diminished despite not having used it. Ever since getting so close with Slay she had no reason to deceive others so, and it was to her, a bit of a puzzle now while she chose not to let Cwmfen and Haku, Haku especially, know how worn down she was. She had let others, lesser wolves, know, and she let Slay know, but not them. Not her two subleaders. Not the madman, and not the weird raven women she found beside him.
Navy eyes took in the scene as she held herself high and erect, though small and petit she was. Cwmfen had already asked the question that hung in the air and so she merely looked to Haku, drained of his blood and strength and her eyes questioned him. Secretly she wondered which of them was more worn down. Turning to the stranger, her cynicism running strong, her voice was warm enough to mask her skepticism. “Who are you?”
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