Without me
11-19-2018, 10:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-19-2018, 10:12 PM by Zephyr I.)
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12-06-2018, 04:20 PM
Sleep didn't come easy these days. It was a pretty wretched existence she was leading in the time between her last adventures and now. The second she slowed down and stopped acting like the undisciplined monster she was becoming to avoid the emotional turmoil that lay beneath the surface, she simply cracked. Retreating to one of several dens she used at the edge of the territory, Cael would curl up int he darkness, alone, trying and failing to get any rest as tears rolled down her scarred face and she wondered if she'd ever feel normal again. This sudden vulnerability was her most closely held secret. Going to Shaye exhausted and out of ideas had been bad enough. This she would never share with anyone if she could help it.
Her breathing had only just smoothed out and rest was finally making her eyes heavy when she heard a soft but familiar call and her heart was instantly in her throat. Head shooting up, eyes wide, the woman wondered if it could possibly be real or if she was imagining what she was hearing. Missing this was not something she could risk either way, so she scrambled out the narrow entrance and set off racing towards the call without a backward glance.
When she came skidding to a halt before the raggid, skeletal wolf, for a moment all she could think was that she must have gone to the wrong spot, or maybe... maybe this wolf had a similar voice, or maybe he was only a figment of her imagination and this was a dream?
No, that was him. From the moment she laid eyes on him she knew but did not wish to admit it because her heart shattered into such fine fragments it may never recover. For once the boisterous girl didn't get chatty, but rather leapt forward to close the distance and sought to bury her face in her father's fur as a sob loosed itself from her throat without her permission, lost in the embrace she held him in. How had this happened? Why hadn't she managed to find him before he came to look like this? Cael had failed him, she knew it, there was no possible reason why he should look like this and have been alone for so long who knew where.
"Dad.." she sobbed, eyes glassy with the many more tears that were waiting to spill over and she pulled back and beheld him once more, furrowing her scarred brow and wondering what she could possibly say or do aside from drag him immediately to the nearest healers den by the scruff. Someone had to know what to do, right??
Her breathing had only just smoothed out and rest was finally making her eyes heavy when she heard a soft but familiar call and her heart was instantly in her throat. Head shooting up, eyes wide, the woman wondered if it could possibly be real or if she was imagining what she was hearing. Missing this was not something she could risk either way, so she scrambled out the narrow entrance and set off racing towards the call without a backward glance.
When she came skidding to a halt before the raggid, skeletal wolf, for a moment all she could think was that she must have gone to the wrong spot, or maybe... maybe this wolf had a similar voice, or maybe he was only a figment of her imagination and this was a dream?
No, that was him. From the moment she laid eyes on him she knew but did not wish to admit it because her heart shattered into such fine fragments it may never recover. For once the boisterous girl didn't get chatty, but rather leapt forward to close the distance and sought to bury her face in her father's fur as a sob loosed itself from her throat without her permission, lost in the embrace she held him in. How had this happened? Why hadn't she managed to find him before he came to look like this? Cael had failed him, she knew it, there was no possible reason why he should look like this and have been alone for so long who knew where.
"Dad.." she sobbed, eyes glassy with the many more tears that were waiting to spill over and she pulled back and beheld him once more, furrowing her scarred brow and wondering what she could possibly say or do aside from drag him immediately to the nearest healers den by the scruff. Someone had to know what to do, right??
Cael has facial scars not seen in all of her art yet!
12-10-2018, 05:38 PM
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12-16-2018, 05:23 PM
He apologized and she was quick to shake her head hard. "Don't be," she managed to reply, the words sounding choked with all the emotion she was trying to hold back. She'd known that he wouldn't leave for no reason. It would have been great if he'd told her he was leaving, but that was in the past now and she wasn't interested in holding a grudge against her elderly father.
He went on to speak about her mother and to tell her that someone else had found her. Caelestis struggled to maintain any sort of composure and did her best to just nod and not fall apart. It was the words that followed that really got her. Brow furrowing, she tried to process them for a long moment. Voice going soft, she felt more tears spilling down her cheeks as she asked, "You... aren't going soon are you? I... I need you dad." her breathing quickened and she was bordering on being in danger of hyperventilating. Something in how he said that suddenly had her worried. Really worried. Maybe... maybe she could grab him by the scruff and drag him into the territory if that was what she needed to do? The most frightening thing of all was that she had the sudden realization that she couldn't really make him stay. He was old, like mom, and the sinking feeling in her stomach said that he probably didn't have a lot of time left no matter what she did. Cael had never felt so totally powerless.
He went on to speak about her mother and to tell her that someone else had found her. Caelestis struggled to maintain any sort of composure and did her best to just nod and not fall apart. It was the words that followed that really got her. Brow furrowing, she tried to process them for a long moment. Voice going soft, she felt more tears spilling down her cheeks as she asked, "You... aren't going soon are you? I... I need you dad." her breathing quickened and she was bordering on being in danger of hyperventilating. Something in how he said that suddenly had her worried. Really worried. Maybe... maybe she could grab him by the scruff and drag him into the territory if that was what she needed to do? The most frightening thing of all was that she had the sudden realization that she couldn't really make him stay. He was old, like mom, and the sinking feeling in her stomach said that he probably didn't have a lot of time left no matter what she did. Cael had never felt so totally powerless.
Cael has facial scars not seen in all of her art yet!
12-29-2018, 06:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-29-2018, 06:31 PM by Zephyr I.)
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