La mia amata sorella
01-28-2016, 06:19 PM
Starling worried, worried and worried and worried and he paced. He paced until he paws grew sore, and stopped to sit for a while, his mind reeling and pacing and racing. He couldn't stop, couldn't calm down. He was a flurry, a wild beast of thoughts and feelings and he just wanted it all to stop. Even herb hunting had done nothing for him, and he couldn't stop. Couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop seeing her. She haunted his nightmares, her twitching form, on the cusp of death and destruction. His frail, beloved little sister... He couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt like he was going mad! He felt like he was going to expload. The rage that filled him was unlike anything he had every experianced. He had never been angry, never felt a fire this strong before, but all he wanted to do was find who had done this to her and take from them what they almost took from him. From him and his entire family. They had been so close to looking Finch that day, he couldn't stand it. What would he ever do if they did lose her? What could he do? He had to learn more...had to know more about poisons so this would never happen again, so he wasn't so blind to it. He had to...he had to find whoever done it to her and take them down. He paced further, nearly drawing a line into the earth before her den before he sighed and looked towards his. Finch, his beloved little sister... A soft whine pulled from his throat before he finally turned, stepping towards her. He hadn't really spent much time with her since. Sure, he had brought her herbs, checked on her condition, but he had always done that as his role as a healer. He had never done so...as a brother. He had paced and barely left her den site, but he hadn't really spent much time with her otherwise. Perhaps he was anxious, perhaps he was terrified of the guilt that settled in his stomach. If he had only been quicker, if he had only known more... If he hadn't have left... "Finch?" He whispered at the entrance to her den, peering inside and wondering if she was awake. A small part of him hoped she wasn't so he didn't have to see her, but another part just wanted to talk to her, make sure she really was okay.. "Talk"" | "Italian" |
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