ardent

to the third power



Poem

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
2091
size
Extra large
build
Medium
posts
369
player
KatG2

The Ooze ParticipantValentines 2020Critical Fail!Trick 2019
05-14-2020, 05:57 AM
Poem relaxed into Theory’s embrace and returned the affectionate nuzzle to her nose. She blinked away the warring emotions inside. She wanted to embrace the elation and the high of victory but the sunshine of joy was blocked by clouds of sorrow. What she would have given to have Shaye there to congratulate them, to be proud and victorious beside them. Poem tried not to shed her tears as Theo mentioned her pride in Motif. Their poor sister who had been through so much and had always been so much more timid. She remembered the day that Noir had been teasing her, he’d tried to attack Motif and Poem had stood in his way. She was a different wolf from that time.

How was she though? ”I don’t hurt too bad, a couple scrapes and bruises.” She told of her physical ailments easily, they would heal soon. Much sooner than her heart. ”Mom would have been so proud.” She whispered as blue and lavender eyes fell to her icy paws as tears pricked at her eyes. ”I miss her so much, Theory.” Like a switch had been flipped Poem forgot their victory. She mourned the fact again, knowing if she had only beaten Sirius that day she’d met him their family would have been complete again. Maybe her mother wouldn’t have gone that day. Maybe she would have still been alive if she had just been better. Could she make that confession to her sister? Would she blame her too? ”It’s my fault. If I had come back with Mo sooner…” Real tears fell from her eyes then and she buried her features into Theo’s dark neck.