optical illusion
poem
11-07-2019, 11:40 AM
ooc: gonna be really vague with this post because a couple of threads aren’t finished, but it’s after everything that happens in Abaven and after she goes to Sirius first.
ic:
Leaving Abaven after her mother’s death was one of the hardest things after losing Shaye the young Destruction had been through. She didn’t know what Sirius might do if she hadn’t come back, and she couldn’t risk Motif’s place away from this terrible pack. So the young Destruction returned regretfully. She was much less a child now, she had no mother, she’d made life altering decisions. Poem had to be an adult despite her age.
She’d taken up her dam’s armor, the white leather slipped onto her limbs perfectly. She wouldn’t deny the many tears that fell as she’d done so, but she felt the spirit of her mother flow through her. Poem had to be strong, and she wouldn’t let her mother’s spirit or her ideals die with her.
Poem wasn’t outspoken within the new pack, she was still wary of the position that Sirius had placed her in. A chance to rule the pack? What kind of madman put his captive in such a rank. She still didn’t understand him, but she would remain loyal to her word. She avoided the other members as best she could, but didn’t realize until too late that this part of the oasis was occupied. With a sympathetic glance Poem aimed to avoid the similarly aged she wolf, but she didn’t miss the look on her face.
Too much of Shaye lived on in her heart, and before she could think better of it the words tumbled from her slate lips. ”Are you okay?”
ic:
Leaving Abaven after her mother’s death was one of the hardest things after losing Shaye the young Destruction had been through. She didn’t know what Sirius might do if she hadn’t come back, and she couldn’t risk Motif’s place away from this terrible pack. So the young Destruction returned regretfully. She was much less a child now, she had no mother, she’d made life altering decisions. Poem had to be an adult despite her age.
She’d taken up her dam’s armor, the white leather slipped onto her limbs perfectly. She wouldn’t deny the many tears that fell as she’d done so, but she felt the spirit of her mother flow through her. Poem had to be strong, and she wouldn’t let her mother’s spirit or her ideals die with her.
Poem wasn’t outspoken within the new pack, she was still wary of the position that Sirius had placed her in. A chance to rule the pack? What kind of madman put his captive in such a rank. She still didn’t understand him, but she would remain loyal to her word. She avoided the other members as best she could, but didn’t realize until too late that this part of the oasis was occupied. With a sympathetic glance Poem aimed to avoid the similarly aged she wolf, but she didn’t miss the look on her face.
Too much of Shaye lived on in her heart, and before she could think better of it the words tumbled from her slate lips. ”Are you okay?”
