And if I die?
11-21-2017, 12:34 AM
The culprit would always returned to the scene of the crime didn't they? Her paws softly scowered the gentle lands as the cool air fell onto her form. She was so tired and all she could do was self pity. She betrayed every ounce of trust that sat within the wolves around her. Bags had formed if anyone would notice, not that a wolf would have that sort of thing. She just looked tired, she looked hungry and starved. Her usually glossy fur was matted together as her glossed over eyes looked over the mangrove. Someone.... would claim this. She'd return to the earth someday and nobody would even remember her name. She didn't even have anything left on this earth. "I did this." she whispered out. She looked as the cold wind moved through her scampy fur. She pulled herself apart and she'd pulled her family apart. She couldn't even dare to think about the face that her father would have if she ever saw him again... if she ever did. Her paws spread as she growled - what did she do now? Did she fight for her right back, or did she let it go. Did she leave? She didn't know when her haunted demons would control herself again. She'd confided in many, but they just left over and over again. Heather was just tired. |
Leo as Heather's father is free to crash her threads as he see's fit. Lionel as her close brother is also allowed to do the same.