misty hills and twilight
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For once there was no disappointment from the words he gave her, she knew he didn't care and she'd grown use to it now. She just stared at him with the silence surrounding them as she lowered her face down to the ground, nipping at the cold snow that she hadn't disturbed with her tearing and fretting at the ground. The coolness on her throat was barely even felt as she swollowed the meager mawful. She cast her eyes away when he reversed the question, shaking her head without even thinking of what she was doing. Almost instantly as she remembered she'd stopped the action and just stood there while she tried to push past it all and answer.

Finally it came, "Burying my son.." she said, not stopping to think how many sons she had or the fact that the male knew nothing of her last litter. The first hybrid she'd brought into their strange family had been unwanted, the second litter had been her choice.. and yet the ones she'd actually embraced and wanted were fading before her eyes while the haunting reminder remained strong and constant in her shadow. Iskata raised her sky orbs up to glance at him, there was so much she could say, could ask.. and yet she knew now it was useless. Now, unlike then she didn't persue her nagging nosy ways.


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