Avalon

She felt hurt. And incredibly so. For days, she'd been hoping that her mate would come and try to see her...but each day that went by, there was no sign of him. He hadn't shown up to the challenge, hadn't shown up to anything since she had borne their children. And now, she was left to fend for them by herself. Something she had feared above all else. Now the children had only one parent...while the other was missing. Her tail hung limp as she walked slowly across the snow, her paws sounding dull in the crisp earth, head low and her ears pinned. What did she do to deserve this? Her brows furrowed deeply, the happiness she had once felt was gone now. Was she still too naive? Too naive to believe that love existed? She felt played, used, cast aside like yesterday's carcass. It wasn't fair to her. And certainly not to her children. The youngest of them was falling ill, most likely unable to recuperate. It tore at her heart that Newol would do this to them, but she would protect them from the wrongdoings of the world. Protect them from the errors of life as best she could. Stifling a whine, she felt her chest grow rigid. A feeling like ice began to circulate her heart, squeezing it tight in a vice grip of steel and locks. This was it...wasn't it? Before she knew it, her head lifted and she let loose a howl. A song of mourning, of pain, of sorrow. She inwardly wept not for Arian this time, but for herself.

The call of sorrow was too much for Mieu to ignore. The young boy would hear the cry of sorrow and make a move to go find the owner of the voice. It sounded like it had come from within Imperium, his home. His brown paws would carry him onward, seeking her. Seeking the woman who had cried out. He knew that song, that song of loneliness, that song of heartbreak. It if wasn’t for Ash he’d sing it more often. Sure he missed his family, but he was starting to warm up to Imp a bit more. Maybe one day he’d figure out the true meaning of his purpose here... But today wouldn’t be that day. He’d find the pretty lady alone. Mieu would approach her, ignorant to personal space, rubbing up against her like a cat might. “Don’t cry pretty lady. Things are going to be alright.” He’d look up at her with his bright blue eyes, tail wagging slowly back and forth. “You’re too pretty to cry. What’s wrong?” ""

A song. A song of despair, of loneliness, of intense sorrow. A song that spoke of tears, of losing oneself. That was the song Felix heard at that moment - and he could not stand to lay idle at tit. The chocolate hued man rose, pink eyes drawn in the direction of the call. He was new to Imperium, only recently joined after being collected by Cascade - and it was quite different from what he was used to. His days had been spent digging out his den, so he may be warm.

It had been silent, quiet despite the number of members in Imperium. Until this call. Paws carried him towards the source, from his den to the quiet serenity of the orchard. It would take not long to arrive to where his destination lay; he would gaze at the tall woman who sang the mournful song. "Doamna." he spoke softly, to capture the woman's attention. His eyes would then be drawn to the child - no, not child, small yearling - that had also approached, and would approach nevertheless. "What troubles you, doamna?" he asked softly, speaking in his uniquely accented voice.

Her song carried out across the lands. A song she didn't know she carried in her heart. There was a lot she didn't know. Like why this was happening. Why he left. Her questions were left unanswered just like when her family disappeared. Was she destined for abandonment? Again and again? She was such a fool...Her song slowly ceased before she jolted slightly when she felt something rubbing against her legs. Looking down, there was a rather small figure looking up at her. Too pretty not to cry? If only. Newol had always said she was beautiful...and that he loved her...so why? What's wrong? Before she could answer him, another male larger then this one and older too, showed up asking the same question. Her heart clenched, what was she to say? That she was an idiot? That she was used and tossed? How pathetic was that? Her jaw trembled, her eyes watering. Finally, she hung her head as her ears laid flat. "I'm a fool..." She whispered. "Talk" "You" Think