If I'm Not Strong

*Aranea* · (This post was last modified: 10-26-2017, 06:43 PM by Aranea.)

Location: Dancefloor of the Gods
Herb: Lavender

OOC: I think it's safe to say that Dauntless will be a thing but I'll keep it vague

She was completely unaware that Tyranis had these crazy dreams inside his head. They had once joked about who was fit to rule, but he never honestly noted himself. She was kind of hurt by the fact he didn't want to tell her. Only for him she would have kept that a secret from Sparrow, from anyone, even his mother if she had to.

She felt their relationship growing stronger, but she had a hard time with being happy. She was noticing as her depression was becoming worse. She never really knew why, she was always such a happy girl...

She hoped to connect with the rest of Tyranis' family; maybe even Corentine. But that would be a little more difficult than Storm or Cloudburst per say. Cloud... The name scent a shiver down her spine. She didn't hate the boy of course, but she was feeling a heavy jealousy towards him as she felt he meant more to Tyranis than she did. And perhaps that was true, she wasn't there his whole life after all.

She found herself nearby in a western land, the dry plains across the autumn horizon. She spotted a few lioness' in the distance, but she paid no mind to them as they didn't to her. She moped her way to the river banks, a slight reminder of Abaven only sandy. She looked down at the thin, rushing water for a few moments before stepping to the side and plucking a stem of lavender that stuck out from the heated dirt.

Any healer would take a wiff of her and realize exactly what was going on. But Tyranis found the smell alluring. Maybe she liked it that way. He didn't need to know she was feeling this way all the time at least. After all, he never told her about standing up to Sparrow and leaving Abaven and starting his own pack from scratch.

Walk "Talk" Think

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me

If I'm Not Strong

Aranea