Sickness, Succession
Sirius, or other high rank
02-07-2021, 02:34 AM
The hunter was defeated. Her fur clung to her ribs, bones looking like they might burst from her skin. Of course she had seen better days, she hadn't even looked like this at home. Never. Kaizer growled to herself she didn't expect for anyone to be happy that she had returned. Who would? What of Aslatiel her beloved crush. What was she doing now? Kaizer knew that they were never destined to be like that. The princess' life had been too busy. Kaizer had promised to be her guard. Well look at her now. A starving, hungry, warrior? She wasn't even that. Kaizer stood at the borders of the plains. Staring longingly across it for her old den.
She hadn't lost her strength despite her hunger and weakness. Her howl that range out was filled with pain however, but longing. The armada had been her home, she would face the alpha's and whoever else with pride with embarassment and dignity. Whatever punishment she would take it but never in her life did she think she would feel so much about a pack. What had happened again? She remembered the wheezing, the chills, that drove her away. Sickness. Should she have sought out a healer in the pack. Perhaps. She hadn't been thinking in her feverish glaze when she had left the pack that night. Kaizer thought she was going to die in those months. Now here she was.... skinny.... and longing for compassion with companionship. |