what's left of me
07-28-2013, 06:43 PM
A chuckle rumbled through her chest, finding that despite the fact that he seemed to have lost his genuine enthusiasm, the sense of humor that she'd always appreciated was still there. She flicked an audit as she picked up on the question that followed, gaze averting and focusing on a faraway point that seemed to be behind him, eyes narrowing a bit as she felt the inevitably scarring wounds upon the left side of her neck throb a bit. It took a moment for her to refocus, celestial optics focusing carefully upon him as she examined the King.
"Alive," the queen breathed, settling upon her rump and shifting her weight for a moment to habitually find a spot in the tangled roots of the mangroves that was comfortable for rest. In some ways, her answer was a little guarded--she could have rambled for hours on end about how the battle had went and how to made her feel, but the latter was a secret--hush, hush, my fifth--that only she could trust herself to hold. She would never tell him of the bloodlust that slightly plagued her and would never inform him of the fact that she knowingly hid her conscience behind the excuse of his misdeeds. Jupiter was no hero, even if she had gone into the battle to fight for her pups and her pack. The she-wolf was no good-doer that wished to rid the lands of scum and the more time she was left alone to think, the more she began to come to terms with it.
She was darker, somehow. A little more sinister. Slipping back and withdrawing, the one that others knew as Jupiter was sidling out of view.
"Yourself? Gerhardt, you don't seem... alright." Maybe there was a little light in her yet. Jupiter offered him a concerned smile, brow furrowing as she gazed at him, heaving a sigh and tucking her ears back a bit. The lass was worried for him--never had he approached her in such a lackluster manner. His smile was nice and his attitude was the same but the glow she'd gotten from him so many times seemed to be... missing. Kidnapped by something she wasn't aware of. And it bothered her.
"speech"
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.