Heal me, baby
10-17-2018, 04:08 PM
Rhythm shifted her small frame in the darkness of her den, the cold ground beneath her a welcome relief to the heat of the summer. Valentine had dug out and refurbished the den she had called home when the lands were still under Imperium control. The gift had been incredibly thoughtful and helped the old she wolf back into a semblance of normalcy.
While she had attempted to return to life unhindered the wounds of her imprisonment were slower to heal. Especially those that were invisible.
She learned to live without her sight, that had been taken from her the day she had been captured. Learning to trust and love again was proving harder. Valentine did his best to hide the turmoil he felt from her, but it lingered in her own heart no matter how good he was. Her mind continued to revisit the memories of her slave-born children.
Unlike Rhys and Rhyme they couldn't have been born further from love. They had been forced upon her, and since their birth she felt continuously conflicted. She wanted to love them, and she had to the best of her ability but their confined state had stifled her to say the least. They hadn't followed them here and it broke her heart knowing her offspring remained.
She sighed heavily as their memory hung over her, and she forced herself to her feet. The sun would surely do her some good. With much effort Rhythm emerged from beneath her boulder, and like she had a thousand times the she wolf sprang up to her perch looming out over the knolls. She couldn't see them anymore, but she knew them.
The mud pit just at the bottom of the hill, the prairie dog family that lived just out of sight of her den, and the ever present bison grazing under the sun. She longed to return to days gone by, and the simple thought darkened her composure. The light was gone. Rhythm felt the depression pulling at her limbs despite the warmth of the sun on her coat. Would she feel different now if she hadn't been a slave all those years? The question would echo in her mind as she tried to warm herself of the cold that gripped her.
While she had attempted to return to life unhindered the wounds of her imprisonment were slower to heal. Especially those that were invisible.
She learned to live without her sight, that had been taken from her the day she had been captured. Learning to trust and love again was proving harder. Valentine did his best to hide the turmoil he felt from her, but it lingered in her own heart no matter how good he was. Her mind continued to revisit the memories of her slave-born children.
Unlike Rhys and Rhyme they couldn't have been born further from love. They had been forced upon her, and since their birth she felt continuously conflicted. She wanted to love them, and she had to the best of her ability but their confined state had stifled her to say the least. They hadn't followed them here and it broke her heart knowing her offspring remained.
She sighed heavily as their memory hung over her, and she forced herself to her feet. The sun would surely do her some good. With much effort Rhythm emerged from beneath her boulder, and like she had a thousand times the she wolf sprang up to her perch looming out over the knolls. She couldn't see them anymore, but she knew them.
The mud pit just at the bottom of the hill, the prairie dog family that lived just out of sight of her den, and the ever present bison grazing under the sun. She longed to return to days gone by, and the simple thought darkened her composure. The light was gone. Rhythm felt the depression pulling at her limbs despite the warmth of the sun on her coat. Would she feel different now if she hadn't been a slave all those years? The question would echo in her mind as she tried to warm herself of the cold that gripped her.
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10-22-2018, 05:08 PM
Rhyme had told her where Rhythm could be found, that she was in the den she had once called home in territory once owned by Valentine. Shaye knew the way, she had made the trek often to Rhythm’s den, to learn healing from the older wolf, or to simply sit by her side and chat about the world.
Valentine had once given her an open invitation to enter the lands to visit her Aunt, but still it felt weird, to approach what had once been the start of the pack borders and to find nothing there. She continued on with a touch of trepidation, making her way over land that had once been familiar to her, and was now much changed. The scents where the most obvious thing gone, but also parts of the land had grown differently, without the constant tread of paws wearing them down.
There was a wildness to the land that hadn’t been here before, and she found her gaze snaking back and forth as she took it all in. her pace her had been quick, but it slowed now that she almost to the den. What would she find changed in her Auntie? The woman who had been as stout and supporting as the sun was present in the day.
But she wouldn’t linger for long, a touch of her younger self rising up inside of her as she caught a glimpse of brown on the boulder over her den. Then she was flying across the ground, and skidding to a halt beside Rhythm, her breath quick in her throat as she took in Rhythm. She might never see her mother again, but Rhythm was still here. Rhythm was always here, when nothing else in her world was the same. She blinked back tears, lowering her head and digging it into her Aunties coat without a word, breathing in the scent of her, and trying not to let her past overwhelm her.
Valentine had once given her an open invitation to enter the lands to visit her Aunt, but still it felt weird, to approach what had once been the start of the pack borders and to find nothing there. She continued on with a touch of trepidation, making her way over land that had once been familiar to her, and was now much changed. The scents where the most obvious thing gone, but also parts of the land had grown differently, without the constant tread of paws wearing them down.
There was a wildness to the land that hadn’t been here before, and she found her gaze snaking back and forth as she took it all in. her pace her had been quick, but it slowed now that she almost to the den. What would she find changed in her Auntie? The woman who had been as stout and supporting as the sun was present in the day.
But she wouldn’t linger for long, a touch of her younger self rising up inside of her as she caught a glimpse of brown on the boulder over her den. Then she was flying across the ground, and skidding to a halt beside Rhythm, her breath quick in her throat as she took in Rhythm. She might never see her mother again, but Rhythm was still here. Rhythm was always here, when nothing else in her world was the same. She blinked back tears, lowering her head and digging it into her Aunties coat without a word, breathing in the scent of her, and trying not to let her past overwhelm her.
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10-23-2018, 01:42 PM
Rhythm heaved a heavy sigh as a gust of wind rolled over the knolls towards her. For a moment she would remain in the same position, but a scent on the wind made her sit up. Her ears pushed forward and her nose was pushed into the breeze. Shaye. As soon as the word entered her mind her niece was there, burying her face into Rhythms once soft coat. She choked back a sob as she did the same, breathing in the girl's scent.
She was an alpha now, and that fact made Rhythm proud. With her niece next to her the cold of regret seemed to lessen and ebb. Her smile was unmistakable as she nuzzled the sweet girl. She knew not what befell her sister, Motif, but having Shaye seemed to wash much of her anxieties away.
"Shaye, I'm so glad you're here." she whispered into the younger Destruction's coat. "I'm so proud of you, too." she couldn't help but mention as she pushed into Shaye's form.
She was an alpha now, and that fact made Rhythm proud. With her niece next to her the cold of regret seemed to lessen and ebb. Her smile was unmistakable as she nuzzled the sweet girl. She knew not what befell her sister, Motif, but having Shaye seemed to wash much of her anxieties away.
"Shaye, I'm so glad you're here." she whispered into the younger Destruction's coat. "I'm so proud of you, too." she couldn't help but mention as she pushed into Shaye's form.
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10-23-2018, 04:20 PM
Rhythm closed her into her arms, quick to respond to the hug, and she felt the cold touch of her aunties nose against her fur. She let the comfort of being hugged wash over her, let herself enjoy the moment, the familiarity of it. Of course, things already weren’t the same. She choked back a laugh, the ten inches she held over Rhythm where was more pronounced now that she was a fully grown adult, and she had to hunch over to bury herself into the other womans coat.
“I’m just so glad your here” she whispered to the woman she considered a second mum. She remembered, back when Rhythm was pregnant, that she had insisted her Aunties little kids would be called brother and sister to her. She had argued it adamantly until Rhythm had agreed. Now they were grown in their own right, and Rhyme was a part of her pack. She was relearning who her cousin was, learning to lean on him as once she had leaned on her mother and Rhythm. Look at that? Rhythm and unknowingly given her an incredible gift in her child.
“She’s gone, Rhy. I’m starting to feel it, in my heart, that I won’t ever see her again.” she had been unable to admit it, holding out hope when even Vail knew she was gone. She just couldn’t speak these words out loud to her sister, but it was different with Rhythm.
“I’m just so glad your here” she whispered to the woman she considered a second mum. She remembered, back when Rhythm was pregnant, that she had insisted her Aunties little kids would be called brother and sister to her. She had argued it adamantly until Rhythm had agreed. Now they were grown in their own right, and Rhyme was a part of her pack. She was relearning who her cousin was, learning to lean on him as once she had leaned on her mother and Rhythm. Look at that? Rhythm and unknowingly given her an incredible gift in her child.
“She’s gone, Rhy. I’m starting to feel it, in my heart, that I won’t ever see her again.” she had been unable to admit it, holding out hope when even Vail knew she was gone. She just couldn’t speak these words out loud to her sister, but it was different with Rhythm.
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10-24-2018, 04:49 PM
Rhythm sighed into Shaye's much larger form, the girl had taken much from her father's side of the family. Much like her own children gained their impressive size from their father. Shaye's words were sudden, but not completely misunderstood. Motif was gone. Rhythm felt the deep sadness of longing for days gone by return. She was never able to tell her sister goodbye, the one she was always able to count on. Rhythm felt the years spill faster from her eyes, mourning Motif the most out of her siblings. They were old, and at that point she had little doubt that she was the very last of her litter.
"I'm sorry I haven't been here. I'm sorry, so sorry." she wept as she pushed into Shaye's fur. She hadn't realized how much she had needed to cry. Sadness was grounds for punishment in the slaver pack, and she had been unable to mourn her lost life, the babes taken from her breast, or the atrocities forced upon her. Now she did though, Shaye was allowing her to finally let go.
"I'm sorry I haven't been here. I'm sorry, so sorry." she wept as she pushed into Shaye's fur. She hadn't realized how much she had needed to cry. Sadness was grounds for punishment in the slaver pack, and she had been unable to mourn her lost life, the babes taken from her breast, or the atrocities forced upon her. Now she did though, Shaye was allowing her to finally let go.
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10-30-2018, 05:57 PM
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11-04-2018, 06:44 PM
If Rhythm could have one wish it would be to turn back the clock, even a few years. She would gladly keep her disability to be young again, but those days were long gone. Arthritis creeped into her bones, her sight was long gone, and her fur was turning silver. Her children were grown, even the ones born from the slavers that kept her captive. She had wondered for a time if any that remained had made families of their own, but as far as she had heard that was not the case.
She let herself cry on Shaye's shoulder, so reminiscent of her lost sister. She even smelled similar to Motif. Now the girl ruled Abaven like her uncle before her. She wondered what might have happened to Bass, but as far as she knew he had been gone for years as well. They grieved together for longer than she knew when Shaye finally lifted her features from her shoulder. So similar to how they sat together when Shaye was a young pup. Before Rhys and Rhyme even existed.
Shaye's words didn't surprise her, but she hadn't expected them at that moment. "I always had a feeling." she managed to smile through the last of her tears. "Your mother was amazing though, my rock when I thought my world was crumbling." as though it happened yesterday she remembered when the skull-capped wolf had fought Bass to take her from the pack she called home and placed her in Valentine's waiting arms. "I hope I've made you proud."
She let herself cry on Shaye's shoulder, so reminiscent of her lost sister. She even smelled similar to Motif. Now the girl ruled Abaven like her uncle before her. She wondered what might have happened to Bass, but as far as she knew he had been gone for years as well. They grieved together for longer than she knew when Shaye finally lifted her features from her shoulder. So similar to how they sat together when Shaye was a young pup. Before Rhys and Rhyme even existed.
Shaye's words didn't surprise her, but she hadn't expected them at that moment. "I always had a feeling." she managed to smile through the last of her tears. "Your mother was amazing though, my rock when I thought my world was crumbling." as though it happened yesterday she remembered when the skull-capped wolf had fought Bass to take her from the pack she called home and placed her in Valentine's waiting arms. "I hope I've made you proud."
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11-06-2018, 05:53 PM
The familiar support of her Auntie was all she could have asked for in that moment. She just wanted to stay there with her, for as long as she could. Rhythm had been her mentor, and it was so easy to fall back into the motions of looking up to the older wolf. Of course, as she did so now, she realised that the memories had almost blinded her to how she looked now. There was an age to her, a weakness in her limbs. Her grip was not as tight as it use to be, and her eyes were shrouded over, even worse then Vail’s had always been.
“Oh Auntie.” she whispered softly, that growing-familiar anger rising up inside of her at the injustice she was witnessing. How dare they abuse this woman she loved so dearly, how dare they wear her thin, when she should have been enjoying a comfortable retirement, surrounded by family.
She grabbed control of the anger before it could go any further, taking a deep breath. The mention of her mother certainly helped to put a damper on her sharpened emotion. Her mother, a woman she had loved and fought, battered heads with and laughed with. She was gone. She was gone - but Rhythm was not. “Auntie. Please, won’t you come to live in Abaven with me? Live surrounded by pack and comfort, let me look after you, like once you looked after me.” Shaye whispered. She had decided not to live with them in her middle years, but perhaps now, as she grew old, she would want to return to the pack she had spent so much of her life.
“Oh Auntie.” she whispered softly, that growing-familiar anger rising up inside of her at the injustice she was witnessing. How dare they abuse this woman she loved so dearly, how dare they wear her thin, when she should have been enjoying a comfortable retirement, surrounded by family.
She grabbed control of the anger before it could go any further, taking a deep breath. The mention of her mother certainly helped to put a damper on her sharpened emotion. Her mother, a woman she had loved and fought, battered heads with and laughed with. She was gone. She was gone - but Rhythm was not. “Auntie. Please, won’t you come to live in Abaven with me? Live surrounded by pack and comfort, let me look after you, like once you looked after me.” Shaye whispered. She had decided not to live with them in her middle years, but perhaps now, as she grew old, she would want to return to the pack she had spent so much of her life.
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