Walk awhile
Malalia
05-20-2020, 09:09 PM
Perhaps what the Warlord had said was true, in a way. That she worked as hard as she had, to make up for where she lacked, nearly a year ago. She'd been young, not even a yearling at the time. Too young to fight. Too young to do anything about the grief, the injustice that had simmered in the hearts of her packmates until it burst free. It had begun before she was born.
Some part of her, some piece of unfeeling logic that was so far removed from her heart, had told her the same thing. She had never truly believed it, though. Even now, as Sirius reminded her of her helplessness, a choked sob escaped her. She still wasn't sure if she did, but coming from the man she looked up to, whom she cared for, made it a little more true.
Sometimes the pain of being the only one left alive... it was enough for her to wish that she'd simply died alongside them. It'd be better, she had figured, than living alone with these feelings tormenting her inside.
But she wasn't alone anymore.
She laughed faintly at the idea that something -- anything -- could defeat the dire wolf. And, despite what she'd told him -- despite those feelings, muted now, that still coursed through her -- he still wanted her here. Her gaze remained on the sea, when he pulled her chin up. But as he brushed her tears away, she managed to look into his eyes, and saw the love there. Malalia's words were quiet, even and colored with her grief, and her joy when she said, "I will."