07-04-2009, 02:16 AM
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The rain fell steadily upon the lands of Cour des Miracles as Duchess Ruri Aceline sat, mulling over recent events which had left her feeling frightened, angry, sad, and, to a lesser extent, depressed. Jac had forgiven her, yes, and that did make her feel much better about what she had done. However, that still couldn't hide the fact that she had been taken advantage of by the pack's number one enemy. She doubted the male would have crossed their borders to speak with any other of her packmates. However, it had been her, not someone else. She, the fragile, blind, helpless female had been the one he had come in contact with and she had been foolish enough to speak with him without so much as notifying one of her friends. One really couldn't blame her for feeling useless and weak, or for blaming herself. The fact that she hadn't really told Haku anything of value didn't make any difference to the ivory and merle female. She had been, for all intents and purposes, trapped during in a situation that she had unwittingly created. A sigh escaped her mouth as she sat there, her back against the outer wall of the house, her form protected from the rain by the overhanging roof of the porch. Her knees were tucked up to her chest in her traditional, self-soothing posture, her long, straight hair cascading across her huddled form in blue-gray waves. Ruri was barely even paying attention to the rain, whose music she loved to listen to as it pittered and pattered on different surfaces. She was in her own, self-loathing world at the moment. Jac wasn't there to comfort her, he was likely off, either doing kingly business or simply hiding from the rain with a flagon of some form of liquor keeping him company. For a moment, her thoughts turned from herself to her beloved friend and king. Her drooped, half-folded ears, perked for a moment as if expecting the sound of Jac's lumbering footsteps to come sloshing across the muddy ground. She wished he would come and ask her to sing a song for him, or talk about some random topic of his choosing. She would have enjoyed feeling his strong hand gently patting her head, or ruffling her ears. But he wasn't here. Nobody was here, that she knew of. Perhaps someone would show up, and drag her out of her depressed state. While she wasn't thinking about it now, deep down she hated being upset and if someone came by and said hello, she would gladly perk up. However, when left to her own devices, especially after what had happened recently, the usually cheery border collie girl had been unable to think of anything but her personal failure. |