You said you don't want me anymore
08-23-2013, 02:34 PM
It was an interesting thing, life and death. Just as quickly as you enter it, it can be ripped away, sucking you into the nothing of death. But no matter how far you traveled, memories always followed. The young woman had traveled north, desperate to leave behind the painful memories of her family. Who would have known that family could bring so much pain. She had fled as soon as she parted ways with her family in the hot springs. It appeared as though she was the only who cared for dead mother. A forced breath slide of inky lips. By some miracle she had managed to gain weight back in the last month, returning her to her normal lean agile frame with delicate curves covered by a lush midnight pelt. Emerald pools were still empty, haunted by shadows only she could see. The nightmares hadn't left her, they were just as vivid as ever. The shadow stopped moving when black sand entered her downcast vision. Orbs drifting up she took note of the beach. It was a sight she had never seen before. Rock formations shot up out of the ground, waves crashed on dark sand. It didn't matter where she stood so long as she was alone. The only time she found comfort in someone else's presence was when Rune had found her in the cave, after that she only found more heartache when surrounded by those she cared about. Sashaying forward down the beach she allowed her haunches to drop, pelt mingling with the same colored sand. The warmth of the fading sun kissed her skin for a few more minutes, warming her against the cooler northern temperatures even in the dead of summer. The salty breeze ruffled her pelt, slowly washing away the smells of her past home. She would find another, find purpose again. Wouldn't she? She wasn't sure. She was aware of a pack that lived around here, but she knew nothing of them. Her mother had only told her of the packs that were important to Tortuga. Her mother. Her poor mother. So loved in life, yet hated in death. It was a funny thing. She was now alone with her brothers and father. Perhaps a new pack, a new family was what she needed. Perhaps it would fix this mess, start to let wounds heal.
Ringed tail curled around her lithe frame, masked eyes searching the waters for nothing, she was merely a statue seated upon the beach. It would only be a matter of time before she was forced to move on, nothing ever just fell into ones lap offering just what you wanted. A ghost of smirk tugged at her features. If only. |