07-04-2011, 06:21 PM
yay depressednedd ^^
The depression fluttered around her mind like an angry butterfly that couldn't choose which flower or leaf to settle down onto. Today loneliness was the woman's friend and her bitterest enemy albeit a faithful one that followed her like a pet dog after its master. Pale hands gripped onto the edge of the satchel's strap tightly as though she would slip away into the blackness if she let go. Her mother dead, her father dead, her sisters and other multitudes of half siblings scattered to the winds, most of whom she had never known and would more than likely never know but she still felt their loss acutely, her lost family. The once proud member of the Sawtooth family now dragged her last name behind her in the mud, it was a curse and a burden, one she no longer wanted.
Where was the pride in carrying the last name of a man who raped and tortured those who had done nothing to deserve it. Her own childhood came back to her in distressing dreams, once she had almost forgotten yet remembered vividly. The conditioning, and cruel treatment, all the lies and pain, deceit and things that even an author couldn't have come up with. So the snowy once princess found herself weaving her way through the remnants of the recently moved Dahlia de Mai and thus closer and closer to the home of one Saluce Tremblay.
She didn't notice the scent of the male with all of the others mingled together, it was one huge mess that somehow managed to form the smell of a pack and it would have been entirely possibly that she could have walked right past and not noticed him at all, if not for her looking up at the right moment and spotting him in the near distance. All alone he was sat, an air of depression about him and with several bottles of what looked like wine with him, she could use a drink about now. So she changed directions and instead headed towards him,
"Hey. You got any of that to share?" She said quietly with a nod towards the bottles.
The depression fluttered around her mind like an angry butterfly that couldn't choose which flower or leaf to settle down onto. Today loneliness was the woman's friend and her bitterest enemy albeit a faithful one that followed her like a pet dog after its master. Pale hands gripped onto the edge of the satchel's strap tightly as though she would slip away into the blackness if she let go. Her mother dead, her father dead, her sisters and other multitudes of half siblings scattered to the winds, most of whom she had never known and would more than likely never know but she still felt their loss acutely, her lost family. The once proud member of the Sawtooth family now dragged her last name behind her in the mud, it was a curse and a burden, one she no longer wanted.
Where was the pride in carrying the last name of a man who raped and tortured those who had done nothing to deserve it. Her own childhood came back to her in distressing dreams, once she had almost forgotten yet remembered vividly. The conditioning, and cruel treatment, all the lies and pain, deceit and things that even an author couldn't have come up with. So the snowy once princess found herself weaving her way through the remnants of the recently moved Dahlia de Mai and thus closer and closer to the home of one Saluce Tremblay.
She didn't notice the scent of the male with all of the others mingled together, it was one huge mess that somehow managed to form the smell of a pack and it would have been entirely possibly that she could have walked right past and not noticed him at all, if not for her looking up at the right moment and spotting him in the near distance. All alone he was sat, an air of depression about him and with several bottles of what looked like wine with him, she could use a drink about now. So she changed directions and instead headed towards him,
"Hey. You got any of that to share?" She said quietly with a nod towards the bottles.