05-26-2010, 09:37 AM
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OOC: *chews on your face*
The white woman didn't move as the stranger went through his change. The girl had shifted only once since her wounds had begun to heal, and she'd come to the realization that staying in her optime form for now was probably best. She could make use of her dexterity to reapply new bandages herself, and seeing as her wounds were received in this form, they would probably heal better in this form as well. Constant stretching of the mending flesh would only slow the process.
Bris waited patiently as the male finished, catching his breath as her softened eyes watched him. When he finally broke the silence that hung between them, it was with a suddenness the female hadn't quite expected. The words he spoke while not even facing her hit the yearling like a ton of bricks. Elliot was...dead? Bris felt her chest tighten, her breath catching painfully as she soaked that knowledge in. For months, Kol had wondered where he was, assuming all along that he was simply delayed in Jasper Valley somewhere. He'd followed Kol back to Dahlia after they'd lost their litter of pups, but had then mentioned needing to visit his family in Jasper for awhile. Kol had died waiting for him to come back.
Elliot had been like a brother to Bris herself, and her mismatched eyes watered as she slowly dropped to her knees. Her gaze was blank, seeing but not seeing, and her voice was shaky. Eli had been one of the very few wolves in Solbjorg who hadn't flinched away from Bris in fear and disgust. In the months before she'd left her homeland, her closest loved ones had been Kol, Drey, grandfather Crow, and Elliot Oriel. "What...happened?" For the moment, Bris could think of nothing else but Eli's kind face, his gentle eyes and the way he threw all of himself into anything he did. He'd been the perfect counterpoint to Kol's stubbornness, and Bris had always believed that no matter what, those two would conquer everything together. Yet fate had proven a cruel mistress, and had made the pair die separately, far away from one another, when they had more than earned the right to die in one another's arms. Silent tears slipped from the white girl's eyes as she remained kneeling where her legs had slowly given out. The only question that whispered through her mind again and again was "Why?"
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!
OOC: *chews on your face*
The white woman didn't move as the stranger went through his change. The girl had shifted only once since her wounds had begun to heal, and she'd come to the realization that staying in her optime form for now was probably best. She could make use of her dexterity to reapply new bandages herself, and seeing as her wounds were received in this form, they would probably heal better in this form as well. Constant stretching of the mending flesh would only slow the process.
Bris waited patiently as the male finished, catching his breath as her softened eyes watched him. When he finally broke the silence that hung between them, it was with a suddenness the female hadn't quite expected. The words he spoke while not even facing her hit the yearling like a ton of bricks. Elliot was...dead? Bris felt her chest tighten, her breath catching painfully as she soaked that knowledge in. For months, Kol had wondered where he was, assuming all along that he was simply delayed in Jasper Valley somewhere. He'd followed Kol back to Dahlia after they'd lost their litter of pups, but had then mentioned needing to visit his family in Jasper for awhile. Kol had died waiting for him to come back.
Elliot had been like a brother to Bris herself, and her mismatched eyes watered as she slowly dropped to her knees. Her gaze was blank, seeing but not seeing, and her voice was shaky. Eli had been one of the very few wolves in Solbjorg who hadn't flinched away from Bris in fear and disgust. In the months before she'd left her homeland, her closest loved ones had been Kol, Drey, grandfather Crow, and Elliot Oriel. "What...happened?" For the moment, Bris could think of nothing else but Eli's kind face, his gentle eyes and the way he threw all of himself into anything he did. He'd been the perfect counterpoint to Kol's stubbornness, and Bris had always believed that no matter what, those two would conquer everything together. Yet fate had proven a cruel mistress, and had made the pair die separately, far away from one another, when they had more than earned the right to die in one another's arms. Silent tears slipped from the white girl's eyes as she remained kneeling where her legs had slowly given out. The only question that whispered through her mind again and again was "Why?"
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!