Skeletons in the Closet

Layla Nishant · 11-06-2010, 03:56 PM

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Poor poor Layla. WC: 1,016 {10 points}

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Layla carried herself along from her home and towards the graveyard where she and her mate had recently buried her first litter. It was the saddest day of her life. She was had never before felt so sad and depressed before in her entire life. She didn’t even feel this bad when her parents left her to fend for herself. That was a day she knew would come and she would have to o find her own home. She was fortunate enough to find Conor and Dahlia de Mai to call her new home, but now it was like her life had taken a huge turn for the worst. The mistress wondered what it was that she did to deserve such a fate. She was a good girl and had done nothing wrong, so there was no need for the world to punish her like this. The cool autumn breeze began to pick up as she continued to make her way from her home to the graveyard. The black and white she wolf was a mess. Her long elegent hair was now a tangled mess. Her once happy filled eyes were replaced with nothing but sadness and despair. Her bright happy face never showed a smile and her cheeks were wet, stained with the tears of her inner sorrow. Her lively mood has been completely killed off and she barely talked to anyone. She knew Saluce would miss her loving mood, but she couldn’t help it. Her ears hung low as she pressed on.

Finally Layla arrived to the place and ran her eyes around the place. There was a special place she buried her stillborns and marked it well. She wandered around until she found the place she was looking for. The flowers grew beautifully as they danced in the wind. The flowers were the only way to cheer up the depressed wolfess. Tears began to roll down her face as she scanned her eyes on the tombstones of her beloved children. The black and white she wolf took a seat in front of them and placed her hands over the graves. Her tears continued to flow as she ran her fingers over each grave. The sun beat down on her fur as she sat there, grieving over her loss. To some, it may seem pathetic because a wolf could always have another litter, but that was not the case with the mistress. This was her very first litter and her first children. The black and white she wolf took a minute to look around at the other graves in the graveyard. To think that pups would be sharing a place with the wolves of the past. Her tail curled around by her feet as she turned back to her own graves. She prayed at least that her pups were in a better place and not suffering even after their death. She closed her eyes and her mind flashed back to that fateful night, the night where her life came crashing down on top of her. She remembered wrapping her arms around her beloved mate and the tear flowing into his fur. There were the pups on the mattress, lifeless. There was nothing but a destroyed look in the female’s eyes. Her heart began to ache as she thought of the moment. She no longer wanted to be in this place; it brought her too much pain. She scanned her eyes around for some flowers and picked a few. She took them and held them in her hands, her eyes remained closed. ”God, whoever you are, please protect my children’s spirits. Keep them safe and guide them to a place where they will be happy no matter what happens to them. This is my request to my stillborn children. Let them know their mother still loves them and misses them very much.” With that, the she wolf began to place the flowers on each of her childrens’ graves. Her heart sank and she finally opened her eyes. They would not move from their graves and the wolfess collapsed in front of them. She was having one of her mental breakdowns and her body heat increased. Finally she rose to her feet and ran away from the graves, deeper into the heart of the graveyard.

Layla passed along the lines of graves and closed her eyes. The tears would not stop even though she was now far from her childrens’ place of enternal slumber. She crossed her arms and held them as she pressed on. She opened her eyes occasionally to look at the statues she passed by. They were all cracked, much like the mistress’ heart. She was so sick of feeling this way and wished there was a way she could turn time back. She would have tried to prevent this from ever happening. The shell of a wolf continued on and finally stopped. She caught the scent of a stranger here with her. She didn’t want anyone to see her in the state she was currently in. She tried desperately to wipe the tears from her eyes, but it was no use. She continued and kept her arms against her eyes as she looked for whoever else was in the graveyard. Finally she came across the dog and paused. She was so lovely and her lavender eyes helped to add to her look. She turned her back to the stranger and pretended not to even notice her. The black and white she wolf faced a random grave and let the tears flow out of her eyes. Her ears feel back down as did her tail. She heard the dog speak and acted like she didn’t even notice until she heard her. ”Is… is someone there…?” The she wolf turned her head from the grave and presented herself to the stranger. Her messed self could not be helped and it seemed at the moment that her soul was beyond help. Her bleeding heart continued to go as she waited for the loner to say something, perhaps something that may cheer the lonely wolfess up.

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