The quiet cold
06-20-2018, 09:15 PM
Adarra looked back at the girl okay, she'd stay. She nodded and walked over to the wall of the den. She curled up and she began her own story, "I have a story, about my early life... It's of death and sacrifice, some I barely remember. Some I have flashbacks of quite a bit." she cooed, pawing at the ground nervously. "My mother was very kind and loved her mate. Who gave birth to me and my brother, and a few other siblings. My father was quite smart and was very manipulative. His brother, my uncle was the Alpha of our pack, but his mate died soon after I was born. When my uncle found out he turned tail and abanded his pups. Which my mother raised as her own." "A plague swept over our pack and killed off quite a lot of our pack, including most of my siblings and cousins. My brother and my cousin... Or two cousins survived. my brother slowly got farther and farther away from us. But he always came back with a kill for us. One day my father returned, with two females in tow. My brother and him shared some very mean words. A little later, my mother had a chat with Drakan, and he ended up pity killing her. He then killed our father, the two females that were with him fled, my brother, turned on his own family. Killed my mother for no reason, and-and" she began to sob. "I wish I could have stopped it, my brother did something that I can never forgive. So I fled." she finished. Her eye's clouded with tears. "Talk" Think |