01-21-2010, 10:27 PM
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They had walked several miles in the snow just to be with her, answering the call with a sense of dread. Alexey had not spoken a word since their departure, preferring not to address the issue at hand. Had it been anyone else but Conor at her side, she probably would not have agreed to go. She knew the physical state Mew was in, and how hard this reunion was going to be. The Caregiver also knew, deep within her soul, that the Rosen’s sister had not called without reason. She had not laid eyes on her friend since the accident and now was the time to finally face her fears. Hanna had warned them that it wouldn’t be easy; silence was her own way of preparing herself for what was to come, good or bad. Hopefully, Conor would not take offence to her behavior.
But no amount of preparation could have made it less painful. The sight made her want to cry. This was her friend, a wonderful woman deserving the best in life, completely robbed of her autonomy. She had been dealt the worst possible hand in life. It was getting colder, as if her body had its own way of reacting to her pack mate’s suffering. The bloody bandages bound tightly around her head, shielding her beautiful face from the world, made her want to run. The cinnamon femme wanted to gaze into those cheery emerald eyes once more, to see the happiness that just weeks ago, had inhabited Mew Sadira. She ached with the realisation that her comrade might not make it out intact. The Acer half-closed her eyelids as pain ripped through her soul. There was no pretending, not today, she had always been honest with the woman; Alexey would not hide her sorrow this time. Emotions seeped through her every pore. Grief came first, clouding her vision with impending tears as one of her hands reached over to caress Mew’s once-flawless coat of ivory.
Oh, beautiful angel. What had they done to her? Even with the lightest of touches, the Koios girl could feel the bones so close beneath the surface. She wasn’t the right person to show support, not in times like these. Such a thing required strength and self-discipline, neither of which she possessed when faced with pain and suffering. Lexey didn’t trust herself to speak, knowing her voice would break if she attempted anything more. In the midst of her sadness, pure, undiluted rage began tugging at her heart. A few weeks ago, she had wanted nothing more than peace. But now, the Acer felt compelled to make Inferni pay for their crimes.
They had walked several miles in the snow just to be with her, answering the call with a sense of dread. Alexey had not spoken a word since their departure, preferring not to address the issue at hand. Had it been anyone else but Conor at her side, she probably would not have agreed to go. She knew the physical state Mew was in, and how hard this reunion was going to be. The Caregiver also knew, deep within her soul, that the Rosen’s sister had not called without reason. She had not laid eyes on her friend since the accident and now was the time to finally face her fears. Hanna had warned them that it wouldn’t be easy; silence was her own way of preparing herself for what was to come, good or bad. Hopefully, Conor would not take offence to her behavior.
But no amount of preparation could have made it less painful. The sight made her want to cry. This was her friend, a wonderful woman deserving the best in life, completely robbed of her autonomy. She had been dealt the worst possible hand in life. It was getting colder, as if her body had its own way of reacting to her pack mate’s suffering. The bloody bandages bound tightly around her head, shielding her beautiful face from the world, made her want to run. The cinnamon femme wanted to gaze into those cheery emerald eyes once more, to see the happiness that just weeks ago, had inhabited Mew Sadira. She ached with the realisation that her comrade might not make it out intact. The Acer half-closed her eyelids as pain ripped through her soul. There was no pretending, not today, she had always been honest with the woman; Alexey would not hide her sorrow this time. Emotions seeped through her every pore. Grief came first, clouding her vision with impending tears as one of her hands reached over to caress Mew’s once-flawless coat of ivory.
Oh, beautiful angel. What had they done to her? Even with the lightest of touches, the Koios girl could feel the bones so close beneath the surface. She wasn’t the right person to show support, not in times like these. Such a thing required strength and self-discipline, neither of which she possessed when faced with pain and suffering. Lexey didn’t trust herself to speak, knowing her voice would break if she attempted anything more. In the midst of her sadness, pure, undiluted rage began tugging at her heart. A few weeks ago, she had wanted nothing more than peace. But now, the Acer felt compelled to make Inferni pay for their crimes.