to this moment

Motif held her sister tightly, expression more then a little wobbly. She wanted nothing more than to leave this place. She didn’t like its wolves, she didn’t understand them. As she looked to her beloved sister, and would see a maturity, a darkness, that hadn’t been there when they had been younger. She had a feeling Poem did understand them, better then Motif was able.

She forgot sometimes that they where the saem age, with the mature and certain way her sister held herself, or the protective, gentle nuzzle she gave the darker girl as she hugged her. Sometimes it felt like Poem was a sister years older, and someone Motif knew would always defend her. “I wish you were coming with me” she whispered. “Don’t forget me, come back to us, I love you” she whispered tearily to her sister before pulling away. She felt Sirius’s looming presence behind them, and she knew their time was up. “Poem…” she said, but whatever she was going to finish that sentence with, she didn’t, instead, she turned and began to run. Tears streaming down her face, her insides screaming at her for being a coward, as she left Poem there. Left her with those monsters.

-exit?-