KISS ME HARD BEFORE YOU GO
08-21-2013, 02:14 PM
She wasn't sure why she had been lingering, but she was. She had always been within a few miles of Tortuga, unable to bring herself to leave completely. She hunted, drank and slept. That was it. She couldn't remember when she had last talked to another wolf, or had even seen her family. She spent most of her time in a den she had found, and turned into her own, barely big enough for her, sleeping away the days. But no rest came with sleep. Nightmares haunted her every dreams, unable to forget the sound of her mothers call for some unknown wolf, unable to forget the overwhelming stench of her blood. And her father. Her fathers presence at her grave. Why had he had not called on them sooner? Gone was the life in her vibrant green eyes. Pounds had been lost, but not enough to endanger her life. Her ebony pelt had lost some of its luster, even though she kept it clean. If her mother taught her one thing it was to cleanliness. A beckoning howl forced her eyes open, toxic pools the only visible within the den. Her father. It was a surprise, but still a welcomed relief that at least he was still alive and around. Pushing herself to her paws, she slide from her hiding place, squinting against the brightness of the outside. Stretching stiff muscles, paws carried her towards her father, each movement automatic, somehow lacking her usual grace. She didn't know how long it took to reach her father, but she did and she was there first. A familiar red woman sat beside him. Aunt Vi. A smile graced her features, but it never moved past inky lips, eyes remaining void of anything. "Aunt Vi." She cooed, gently nuzzling her only other family. She couldn't hold a grudge against her, while her mother and aunt never really got along, there was no way of her knowing that her mother had died so she couldn't have kept it from her. Her father on the other hand... Similar colored gems turned towards him, hardening as she spoke, "Father." Words were curt, she offered no warm greeting or touch, remaining in her place, fixing her gaze on her father. She dropped her haunches beside her aunt, angled so that she could still see Kylar and hear what he had to say. Ringed tail curled around her slender form, audits falling into their newly found place against her skull. She wondered if her brothers would show. She hadn't seen them in so long she didn't even know if they were still in the area. Hopefully they wouldn't have to wait long, she didn't want to be here, she wanted to be alone, away from her father. A month had passed. And not once did she hear from him. Speech, |