01-25-2008, 01:10 AM
[html]mall-caps;">this table was touched by Misery
Getting Phasma to the house had been difficult. Fatin was not that tall, carrying Phasma's body had been a task she was not built properly for. The tears had continued to flow down her cheeks, and as she dug the hole free sobs had left her body. A mother was not made to bury her children. She was incapable of realizing her own fragile existence because it was a thought she could not handle. She, who had issues with being abandoned, thus she continued to collect family members like they were trading cards. How could she leave anyone? She had lovingly smoothed the female's fur, trying to fit her into a position that was the most appropriate and honorable. She stood there, still and cold for a long, long time just looking down at Phasma's body. Snow began to fall atop her, and Fatin stood there shivering, unable to commence with burying her daughter. "You have to find your peace Phasma....my darling, darling girl, you will have your peace. Your babies will be there too, and you will all be happy...." Stumbling through the goodbye, she whimpered softly and reached for the shovel. Tears fell, striking the sand and the dirt and the snow and the ice - the elements mixed and slowly, the grave filled. For an hour or so, Fatin stood there, shaking as she realized this was it. Phasma Kiles, her Beta, her Daughter, was gone. "I love you..." She whispered hoarsely.
She turned back to Jaded Shadows, somewhere along the line she entered the Haunted Forest. A fallen log became her resting place, and she wept yet again, unable to let go of the girl who had held so much.
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Getting Phasma to the house had been difficult. Fatin was not that tall, carrying Phasma's body had been a task she was not built properly for. The tears had continued to flow down her cheeks, and as she dug the hole free sobs had left her body. A mother was not made to bury her children. She was incapable of realizing her own fragile existence because it was a thought she could not handle. She, who had issues with being abandoned, thus she continued to collect family members like they were trading cards. How could she leave anyone? She had lovingly smoothed the female's fur, trying to fit her into a position that was the most appropriate and honorable. She stood there, still and cold for a long, long time just looking down at Phasma's body. Snow began to fall atop her, and Fatin stood there shivering, unable to commence with burying her daughter. "You have to find your peace Phasma....my darling, darling girl, you will have your peace. Your babies will be there too, and you will all be happy...." Stumbling through the goodbye, she whimpered softly and reached for the shovel. Tears fell, striking the sand and the dirt and the snow and the ice - the elements mixed and slowly, the grave filled. For an hour or so, Fatin stood there, shaking as she realized this was it. Phasma Kiles, her Beta, her Daughter, was gone. "I love you..." She whispered hoarsely.
She turned back to Jaded Shadows, somewhere along the line she entered the Haunted Forest. A fallen log became her resting place, and she wept yet again, unable to let go of the girl who had held so much.