table © Alaine
ooc: xer is in lupus form. long post is long and emo xeris is emo.
The sky was a dark and hazy gray, from both the oncoming night and the clouds above, as Xeris set out into the territory at dusk. Her paws softly padded through the dry grass which changed to cold dirt as the white wolfess approached the ice-coated southern Mirror Lake that was not far from her home. She recalled the night that she had returned to Phoenix Valley and glimpsed her reflection in the lake. She had been so upset by it. Now, with slightly more confidence, she approached the frozen waters and peered over the edge. However, the image reflected this time was hazy and blurred by the ice. Perhaps that was for the better.
It was an odd sort of evening, the kind that seemed as if the air was filled with spirits and a ghost might emerge from the haze at any moment. Xeris certainly had plenty of ghosts to face, and hoped that none of them appeared now. She feared the idea of her father's scornful gaze, never having expressed any forgiveness that he might have held for his daughter; or her mother's saddened expression at her disappointment in Xeris' poor judgment. In her own golden eyes, Xeris held herself to be a failure. The others here in the Valley had made her feel better, yes, and the return of her son was a relief, but she had still lost so much. Xion had yet to show herself again and that was the scarred wolfess' main concern as of late. What a terrible mother she must be, ordering her daughter to leave at the first sign of suspicion and never making sure the girl knew how to get back. Xeris scowled at the frozen lake and considered reaching out to slash at it, to give the ice the same new scars that she held on her body and her heart. But what good would that do? It wouldn't bring them back--not Xion, not her parents, not anyone.