Work Is Never Done
Tea, Dragon
01-14-2020, 11:55 AM
Torrent had kept herself basically secluded from the rest of the pack since the disaster the night the volcano erupted. She didn't want to talk about it - ever - and she just knew that if the other pups knew they would want to know every sordid detail with ghoulish pup curiosity, and she just couldn't. She'd cried when she told Chaos, and she couldn't ever, ever cry in front of them and if she had to talk about it she knew she wouldn't be able to help it. So she'd stayed out of sight, hoping to likewise stay out of mind. Just her and Asriel, who had for inexplicable reasons stayed long after he'd led her back to safety. She'd been convinced he'd leave as soon as he could, his promise to take care of her being effectively dissolved by Enrico's death, but he'd stayed with her, and didn't even seem to blame her for his former companion's death - though Torrent knew in her bones that it had been her fault, that she'd been weak and stupid and that's why he'd died saving her. What if next time it was her brothers in danger because of her? Her father? Her uncles? She wouldn't ever be that weak again.
That was why she followed doggedly behind Valdis when she'd left the pack's temporary lands, even though the journey had been long to get here. Valdis was the pack's best warrior, other than Torrent's dad of course, and she wasn't - quite - family so Torrent felt a little less guilty about bothering her for her help. Being a Legion wolf she practically was family, just not blood, so she fit neatly into the category of trusted adults, a category that for Torrent was an extremely narrow one.
Asriel ghosted along behind her while she trailed the older warrior, and when Valdis stopped the two of them froze, waiting. Torrent kept her focus on Valdis so that her gaze didn't get pulled to the sullen glow of the volcano, so much closer than she was comfortable with, but she felt the draw of it, the itch beneath her pelt that kept her hackles rising and falling restlessly. "I intended to train some more. Do you two care to join me?" The words pricked Torrent's ears, and she prowled forward to come up beside Valdis and her companions. She towered over Valdis by a good two paws' width, though compared to the older warrior she was a weedy, awkward thing yet. Her thick, flat fangs she was still getting used to the length they'd acquired with her adult teeth growing in recently, and the general ungainliness of her overall appearance made her feel childish and scrawny beside Valdis, so she did her best to hold herself with an aloof gravitas. "What training are you doing?" she asked, in her surprisingly low, faintly gravelly voice. The question may have seemed abrupt, considering she'd not yet spoken and had skipped entirely over the normal pleasantries that she'd never quite understood the need for, and her mismatched eyes didn't quite meet Valdis' despite the intensity of her gaze, but she'd always been a little... off, so perhaps that was excusable.
Word Count: 536
Total Word Count: 729
That was why she followed doggedly behind Valdis when she'd left the pack's temporary lands, even though the journey had been long to get here. Valdis was the pack's best warrior, other than Torrent's dad of course, and she wasn't - quite - family so Torrent felt a little less guilty about bothering her for her help. Being a Legion wolf she practically was family, just not blood, so she fit neatly into the category of trusted adults, a category that for Torrent was an extremely narrow one.
Asriel ghosted along behind her while she trailed the older warrior, and when Valdis stopped the two of them froze, waiting. Torrent kept her focus on Valdis so that her gaze didn't get pulled to the sullen glow of the volcano, so much closer than she was comfortable with, but she felt the draw of it, the itch beneath her pelt that kept her hackles rising and falling restlessly. "I intended to train some more. Do you two care to join me?" The words pricked Torrent's ears, and she prowled forward to come up beside Valdis and her companions. She towered over Valdis by a good two paws' width, though compared to the older warrior she was a weedy, awkward thing yet. Her thick, flat fangs she was still getting used to the length they'd acquired with her adult teeth growing in recently, and the general ungainliness of her overall appearance made her feel childish and scrawny beside Valdis, so she did her best to hold herself with an aloof gravitas. "What training are you doing?" she asked, in her surprisingly low, faintly gravelly voice. The question may have seemed abrupt, considering she'd not yet spoken and had skipped entirely over the normal pleasantries that she'd never quite understood the need for, and her mismatched eyes didn't quite meet Valdis' despite the intensity of her gaze, but she'd always been a little... off, so perhaps that was excusable.
Word Count: 536
Total Word Count: 729