We Shall Rise

He went down. The cinnamon vixen recalled the momentum over and over again within her mind; the taste of his vital liquid upon her foreign tongue, the smell of the soil that he ended up upon, the sound of his bone breaking was like music to her ears but it was not enough. It would never be enough for him to feel even the slightest of their pain. Of all of them! Abandoned to rot like dogs, like the lesser and not mention the traumas they all must have dealt with. Her fire gaze locked on her brother, she was hopseful, hopeful for a positive response and there it was. At his wods, relief washed over her and she could not help but feel the corner of her lips curl upwards at such a glorious news. She knew there must be others out there, but for now, just for now, this was enough for her. Knowing that two of them already cared for their kin and family as much was enough for her for now.

Pain was invisible, subjective and open dispute unless it is one's own pain. Aches are worse, always taken to be less then they are and hardly ever thought of without the possibility of the sufferer magnifying their woes. The vixen followed the ebon brute, her limbs not really belonging to her anymore and each step was a negotiation rather than an order. Everything hurt now as she groaned. Every damn thing. She winced to reach her brother side, brushing her shoulder into his own affectionately, We got each other, come thuner and rain. she offered with a grin of her full, ebon lips towards him, glancing over every now and then. Our strenght is growing, blood. There are more of us now. We could build a place of our own.