10-09-2012, 01:30 PM
In comes the Jace
The hurricane was done and dead, she thanked the Great Mother for the pack's survival. She was also thankful that she had been able to find Keldava in the bowels of Halifax. Her daughter was injured but not fatally and she had been able to provide rudimentary medical care for her on the way back to Cercatori. It pained her every time she looked upon Keldava's hand and saw the scarring there as well as seeing Honrin's face. She, their own mother, had been the one to injure them so grievously. All three children were still wary around her, Temo as well, as though they were all waiting for her to explode in fit of violent rage. How could she possibly explain to them that for those few seconds in time she had not recognized who they were, had seen strangers in them.
The thin, patchy furred woman wandered the wreckage of Thornberry, her newer children protected by their older sister. With the storm's destruction she had at least stopped shedding her fur in droves from stress and fear. The maternal mind was a cyclone of impulses and instinctual reflexes. She doubted anybody would believe her, and didn't try to correct them when they hissed insults at her. She followed the scent of her mate, another instinct within her, and its wandering path that eventually led her to himself and to the blind carver.
She was wary to approach, unsure of the reception she would receive from Hotaru, she had never been on particularly friendly terms with her and was aware that Dalgina seemed to have latched onto her as a surrogate mother, something that made the bile in her stomach rise, another woman caring for her child. But then, she argued with herself, she had not exactly been doing a very good job herself in caring for her children lately. So she stood there, almost afraid to approach closer and yet unwilling to move away and be by herself.
The hurricane was done and dead, she thanked the Great Mother for the pack's survival. She was also thankful that she had been able to find Keldava in the bowels of Halifax. Her daughter was injured but not fatally and she had been able to provide rudimentary medical care for her on the way back to Cercatori. It pained her every time she looked upon Keldava's hand and saw the scarring there as well as seeing Honrin's face. She, their own mother, had been the one to injure them so grievously. All three children were still wary around her, Temo as well, as though they were all waiting for her to explode in fit of violent rage. How could she possibly explain to them that for those few seconds in time she had not recognized who they were, had seen strangers in them.
The thin, patchy furred woman wandered the wreckage of Thornberry, her newer children protected by their older sister. With the storm's destruction she had at least stopped shedding her fur in droves from stress and fear. The maternal mind was a cyclone of impulses and instinctual reflexes. She doubted anybody would believe her, and didn't try to correct them when they hissed insults at her. She followed the scent of her mate, another instinct within her, and its wandering path that eventually led her to himself and to the blind carver.
She was wary to approach, unsure of the reception she would receive from Hotaru, she had never been on particularly friendly terms with her and was aware that Dalgina seemed to have latched onto her as a surrogate mother, something that made the bile in her stomach rise, another woman caring for her child. But then, she argued with herself, she had not exactly been doing a very good job herself in caring for her children lately. So she stood there, almost afraid to approach closer and yet unwilling to move away and be by herself.