06-03-2009, 04:34 AM
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I wanted to post this soon as the Ril'o/Corvus thread came to its climax, so it's actually going to pay to be slow on this just because my threads with Sabeen/Firefly are going slower than expected, so take your time with replying! 300+
The Papaver remained snuggled in the spot where her and her siblings slept in the church, refusing to give way to rise to a brand new day and frolic in nature with her siblings, or do anything that consisted of mischievous puppy nature. The events that happened in the time span that they did, it made her exhausted. Her eyes hurt from tears, her head hurt from crying and wracking her brain, and she didn't have enough energy to rise and go outside today in the blinding daylight. Even the church windows, tall with their stained glass glowing through and casting glorious light and aura in the building was enough to where Catalyst buried her head beneath her paws, and wished that nightfall was already here again. Then again, there was another confrontation. Nightfall brought sleep, sleep brought dreams, dreams sometimes nightmares. Nightmares were obviously not keen to the pup whatsoever, and it seemed that the start of them was just beginning for her these past couple of nights.
The rest of her siblings were either outside or around another part of the church today, for Catalyst remained isolated and by herself. If anything, she was trying to catch sleep; sleep the only thing that would make her eyes unweary and cease her head from its consistent throbbing from her tears and trauma. There had been several life changing events that happened to her, the most remarkable and traumatic being the death of the pack's border patrol wolf, whom Catalyst witnessed his death first hand. It was certainly a thought hard to shake from her mind, not to mention the fact that images and actions such as that was something too raw for the eyes of a puppy or a juvenile to behold.
Catalyst at the moment finally obtained some form of shut eye, however it was going quite disturbed. Laying upon her side, she tossed and turned in her spot, kicking her hind legs, twitching her ears, and yipping ever so often that one would think that it was a cute spectacle to watch a puppy sleeping and dreaming, although the dreams she was currently having were unfavorable to her at the moment. Sleep simply didn't come easy for this de Sadira at this time and era, and who truly knew how long it would stay this way.
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I wanted to post this soon as the Ril'o/Corvus thread came to its climax, so it's actually going to pay to be slow on this just because my threads with Sabeen/Firefly are going slower than expected, so take your time with replying! 300+
The Papaver remained snuggled in the spot where her and her siblings slept in the church, refusing to give way to rise to a brand new day and frolic in nature with her siblings, or do anything that consisted of mischievous puppy nature. The events that happened in the time span that they did, it made her exhausted. Her eyes hurt from tears, her head hurt from crying and wracking her brain, and she didn't have enough energy to rise and go outside today in the blinding daylight. Even the church windows, tall with their stained glass glowing through and casting glorious light and aura in the building was enough to where Catalyst buried her head beneath her paws, and wished that nightfall was already here again. Then again, there was another confrontation. Nightfall brought sleep, sleep brought dreams, dreams sometimes nightmares. Nightmares were obviously not keen to the pup whatsoever, and it seemed that the start of them was just beginning for her these past couple of nights.
The rest of her siblings were either outside or around another part of the church today, for Catalyst remained isolated and by herself. If anything, she was trying to catch sleep; sleep the only thing that would make her eyes unweary and cease her head from its consistent throbbing from her tears and trauma. There had been several life changing events that happened to her, the most remarkable and traumatic being the death of the pack's border patrol wolf, whom Catalyst witnessed his death first hand. It was certainly a thought hard to shake from her mind, not to mention the fact that images and actions such as that was something too raw for the eyes of a puppy or a juvenile to behold.
Catalyst at the moment finally obtained some form of shut eye, however it was going quite disturbed. Laying upon her side, she tossed and turned in her spot, kicking her hind legs, twitching her ears, and yipping ever so often that one would think that it was a cute spectacle to watch a puppy sleeping and dreaming, although the dreams she was currently having were unfavorable to her at the moment. Sleep simply didn't come easy for this de Sadira at this time and era, and who truly knew how long it would stay this way.
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