Make Me Feel Anything But This

Aslatiel

There was a hole within her. A hole that she hadn't been able to fill. It didn't matter how hard she tried, the emptiness ate at her. Each day seemed to make her feel more and more hollow. Family gone. Father mad. Grandmother dying. Her night with Indigo. The strange interaction with Mojito that left her feeling conflicted. On top of all of that, there was so much responsibility heaped upon her shoulders that she thought she might suffocate.

The night was cold and windy and the wolves of the Armada were sure to be inside, hiding from the elements. Asla had called off patrols for the evening as even the hungriest of predators wouldn't brave the wailing, stormy winds. A small fire burned in the hearth and cast its golden light upon the spacious den. Asla had the fur to the sleeping chamber pulled tight, encasing herself in darkness. Naiche could show up when he wished. She didn't really know where the golden wolf was, but with the weather, she imagined he would return soon.

Sprawled out on her side atop the pile of furs, Asla stared at nothing. She didn't want to keep feeling this way. She wanted to feel something that wasn't negative. For a while, she'd like to forget her woes. But how? With a groan, the young woman stretched, toes splaying and spine bowing. She rolled over with her back to the doorway and stared into the wall.

"Aslatiel"

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