There'll be peace when you are done

Eloping, running off with a lover that no one approved of, running off in the dead of night without a single howl in goodbye. Defile, Siler, both of them traitors for eloping. She had run off once the chaos rose within the pack, and when the unrest settled it was clear that she would not return to them, everything her parent's had worked for, it was all gone because they made a terrible, horrible, choice and they had not hunted down the two eloping brothers. She let out a small hiss. She had scars throughout her fur, but all of them were very, very faint.


Her sleek fur, the blacks and browns, blended in fairly well with the dead of night, her stomach, not so much. The midnight full moon above her shown down into the clearing in front of her. It was a lot of rocks, some small like pebbles, some towering over her, allowing her to hide herself in the shadows. There'll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. Her mind told her to sleep, but night was an assassin's best friend, and she would not give the night to her mind to sleep off. She would stay up and worry about how much she had screwed up in her life. That's right, none, she was a princess, and everyone else there was about to learn it. "Rise above the noise and confusion." Her words ominous and daring in her own mind.