Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]
07-01-2013, 06:37 PM
Ashes. They blew in the wind in shades of multihued colors. Numbness had stolen her heart away. The storm had been coming. She had felt it. she had known all along it would come and for what? All she had done, all she had made, had been with love and devotion. She hadn?t demanded much from them. Hadn?t forced them to bow to her or forced them to call her superior. No, she had always viewed herself as an equal to all of them and she had failed them. Her ears were back as the pain gripped at her heart. She wanted to scream to Cerberus. To demand why Jupiter had been so foolish as to send her little serpent to fight her. What purpose did she have disbanding a pack that had cared for their own? She knew nothing. She knew not the blood and dedication she had done to collect her members and know them all. Just as she had promised to ghost. She had promised to protect them all and give them a home and it was gone. Just like that.
The wind pushed her scent around the lakeside. Her eyes were closed as she lifted her muzzle heaven words and allowed the son to fill the world. Sorry, pain, defeat, it all rang in that call. Yet, in the sadness that came, was a hint of defiance. Even though she was saddened by her defeat, she knew it was not forever, no she knew her followers would come and they would stand by her and take back what it was they lost. They had built that home together and she wouldn?t allow a serpent to rule the world of giants with a carless and disrespectful paw. So she called them. Called them all. To come and discuss what had happened. Come to discuss what could happen and come to discuss what would come once they retrieved their home. War would come upon Medusas dethroning. She would wait, train with champion and Zara, and return stronger, fiercer and this time she would in fact snuff the serpent?s life. No mercy would come to the slippery woman. She would have her head and she would place it on a spike for the world to see.
rhoncus semper nec viverra turpis. Sed blandit ullamcorper leo ac placerat.
The wind pushed her scent around the lakeside. Her eyes were closed as she lifted her muzzle heaven words and allowed the son to fill the world. Sorry, pain, defeat, it all rang in that call. Yet, in the sadness that came, was a hint of defiance. Even though she was saddened by her defeat, she knew it was not forever, no she knew her followers would come and they would stand by her and take back what it was they lost. They had built that home together and she wouldn?t allow a serpent to rule the world of giants with a carless and disrespectful paw. So she called them. Called them all. To come and discuss what had happened. Come to discuss what could happen and come to discuss what would come once they retrieved their home. War would come upon Medusas dethroning. She would wait, train with champion and Zara, and return stronger, fiercer and this time she would in fact snuff the serpent?s life. No mercy would come to the slippery woman. She would have her head and she would place it on a spike for the world to see.
rhoncus semper nec viverra turpis. Sed blandit ullamcorper leo ac placerat.