11-06-2009, 10:00 PM
Set at the borders, so anyone is welcome! [html]
Emma was starting to feel a little numb the more she went on her daily life in AniWaya. She did not feel connected to the pack but she could start to feel a disconnection from her family. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. It didn't make her feel better and it didn't make her to feel any worse, either. She felt rather useless and without any sort of motivation. Why could she not find her family? And why could they not find her? It had been a month now, more than, and she felt at a loss day in and day out when she was no closer to solving the mystery. And being too young to leave the pack, afraid not to have any sort of safety, she was not ready to put herself in danger until she was ready.
Again, as she was almost every day, she lingered on the borders. Sometimes she would walk the invisible line that it was just for her scent to be there, just in case any of her family members were there and found it and knew to ask. Maybe it would help. Today, however, was not the same. Today she approached the border and just sat there, staring out hopelessly. Her eyes were stinging with tears that were long overdue, missing from when she first lost her family. Now they were really lost and she was trying not to accept the fact she would never find them on her own and that no one around her would help her either. She was just dropped off in the pack to be another member. They didn't want her her, they didn't want to help her, they wanted nothing to do with her or her sister.
"Mancarla," she whispered in a broken voice, lowering her body to the ground and feeling the last bit of hope inside her drift away.
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Emma was starting to feel a little numb the more she went on her daily life in AniWaya. She did not feel connected to the pack but she could start to feel a disconnection from her family. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. It didn't make her feel better and it didn't make her to feel any worse, either. She felt rather useless and without any sort of motivation. Why could she not find her family? And why could they not find her? It had been a month now, more than, and she felt at a loss day in and day out when she was no closer to solving the mystery. And being too young to leave the pack, afraid not to have any sort of safety, she was not ready to put herself in danger until she was ready.
Again, as she was almost every day, she lingered on the borders. Sometimes she would walk the invisible line that it was just for her scent to be there, just in case any of her family members were there and found it and knew to ask. Maybe it would help. Today, however, was not the same. Today she approached the border and just sat there, staring out hopelessly. Her eyes were stinging with tears that were long overdue, missing from when she first lost her family. Now they were really lost and she was trying not to accept the fact she would never find them on her own and that no one around her would help her either. She was just dropped off in the pack to be another member. They didn't want her her, they didn't want to help her, they wanted nothing to do with her or her sister.
"Mancarla," she whispered in a broken voice, lowering her body to the ground and feeling the last bit of hope inside her drift away.