I am Not My Own
07-12-2013, 12:06 AM
Just as she knew he would be, his presence was at her side. Concern look all over his confused face, she pulled her ears back as her senses returned to her. Her breaths coming in easier as the vision dripped away. A panic attack, caused by a memory she had though so skillfully masked. His nose touched her own in an affectionate manner, she pushed her body closer to his. The close contact helped almost as much as retreating from the den had. Why those memories had suddenly ripped through her she didn't know, but she was glad to rid herself from them. She rested her head against his, actually able to fully calm herself. She sighed and tried to explain what happened, "When I was training with my father.." her voice slipped, "When I was training with my father a she wolf experienced a traumatic birth. I didn't even remember it until a few seconds ago.." She whimpered and lowered herself back to the ground. "They didn't even take their first breath." Her voice was low, and dark. "talking" |