06-10-2010, 10:20 AM
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OOC: I'm gonna do it again. =X YOU INSPIRE ME AND IT'S NOT AS BUSY TODAY! <33333
Time stood still as Bris gave in to her grief. She hated herself; hated herself for letting Kol die, hated herself for a useless act of misplaced revenge, and hated herself even more by showing her weakness to her leader. Even as a child, when the looks of fear and disgust from her Stormbringer relatives would build up and push her to tears, Bris never let anyone know. She would always find a secluded spot to go bury herself in the shadows, tears streaming down her cheeks like rain and the quietest of sobs pouring from her throat. To show the pain was weakness in her eyes, and her relatives hated her enough already for simply being what she was. She was the spawn of forced breeding between her mother and the leader of the Stormbringer's age-old enemy: the Dawnrunners. And unlike her other four littermates, that fact was plastered all over Bris' flawlessly white coat. Kol and Dreyrugr had been the only two souls who'd ever known of her pain, and now one was gone for good and the other was missing.
Despite how her heart screamed at her to stop, Bris couldn't hold back her tears. She knew she'd broken down in front of the worst possible person, her alpha, but try as she might she could not dam the river that poured from her mismatched eyes. The yearling could only curse herself silently over and over as she made such a pitiful display. And then suddenly, calm started to seep into the turmoil of her soul. It started with an unmistakable feeling of warmth on her back, and Bris welcomed the touch like the sunrise after a stormy night. Her sobs began to slow, her breathing began to deepen, and Conor's voice flowed like sweet honey over the sourness of her sorrow.
It was still a small while before Bris could breathe calmly enough to get any words past her lips. When she did, they were pained, but full of genuine gratitude and the beginnings of regained composure. "Thank you...Conor. I'm sorry you had to see that, but thank you." As her tear-filled amethyst and topaz eyes met her leader's of soft lilac, a gentle smile pulled at the corners of the girl's lips. Somehow, she felt a soft light fill her soul again, and though she knew she would probably have countless more nights of sorrow ahead, she knew she could get through it. Bris still felt ashamed at her little break-down, and would probably never lose her composure to anyone else, but she had to admit that finally unbottling everything she'd been feeling had actually felt...good. The pain was still there, but it wasn't threatening to overwhelm the yearling and devour her like it had been before.
Breathing in a deep intake of fresh earthy air, Bris wiped the tears from her cheeks and gave the male a larger smile before plowing back into the work the two of them had begun. Maybe things really would be alright. "So how's your sister doing, anyway? Didn't she move to another pack nearby?" Her little moment of depression now over, Bris was eager to return to the more pleasant exchange they'd been having prior. Besides, Conor and Coli were pretty much both the antithesis to their father's darkness, and the Stormbringer truly wanted to know more about them. Maybe she wouldn't turn into her father either, after all.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!
OOC: I'm gonna do it again. =X YOU INSPIRE ME AND IT'S NOT AS BUSY TODAY! <33333
Time stood still as Bris gave in to her grief. She hated herself; hated herself for letting Kol die, hated herself for a useless act of misplaced revenge, and hated herself even more by showing her weakness to her leader. Even as a child, when the looks of fear and disgust from her Stormbringer relatives would build up and push her to tears, Bris never let anyone know. She would always find a secluded spot to go bury herself in the shadows, tears streaming down her cheeks like rain and the quietest of sobs pouring from her throat. To show the pain was weakness in her eyes, and her relatives hated her enough already for simply being what she was. She was the spawn of forced breeding between her mother and the leader of the Stormbringer's age-old enemy: the Dawnrunners. And unlike her other four littermates, that fact was plastered all over Bris' flawlessly white coat. Kol and Dreyrugr had been the only two souls who'd ever known of her pain, and now one was gone for good and the other was missing.
Despite how her heart screamed at her to stop, Bris couldn't hold back her tears. She knew she'd broken down in front of the worst possible person, her alpha, but try as she might she could not dam the river that poured from her mismatched eyes. The yearling could only curse herself silently over and over as she made such a pitiful display. And then suddenly, calm started to seep into the turmoil of her soul. It started with an unmistakable feeling of warmth on her back, and Bris welcomed the touch like the sunrise after a stormy night. Her sobs began to slow, her breathing began to deepen, and Conor's voice flowed like sweet honey over the sourness of her sorrow.
It was still a small while before Bris could breathe calmly enough to get any words past her lips. When she did, they were pained, but full of genuine gratitude and the beginnings of regained composure. "Thank you...Conor. I'm sorry you had to see that, but thank you." As her tear-filled amethyst and topaz eyes met her leader's of soft lilac, a gentle smile pulled at the corners of the girl's lips. Somehow, she felt a soft light fill her soul again, and though she knew she would probably have countless more nights of sorrow ahead, she knew she could get through it. Bris still felt ashamed at her little break-down, and would probably never lose her composure to anyone else, but she had to admit that finally unbottling everything she'd been feeling had actually felt...good. The pain was still there, but it wasn't threatening to overwhelm the yearling and devour her like it had been before.
Breathing in a deep intake of fresh earthy air, Bris wiped the tears from her cheeks and gave the male a larger smile before plowing back into the work the two of them had begun. Maybe things really would be alright. "So how's your sister doing, anyway? Didn't she move to another pack nearby?" Her little moment of depression now over, Bris was eager to return to the more pleasant exchange they'd been having prior. Besides, Conor and Coli were pretty much both the antithesis to their father's darkness, and the Stormbringer truly wanted to know more about them. Maybe she wouldn't turn into her father either, after all.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!