Buy The Stars
08-20-2013, 10:02 AM
Liberty
I'm sitting pretty on the throne,
there's nothing more I want, except to be alone This was going to end very badly, whither it be for her, all of Valhlla, or her beloved alpha. When her father had left to meet the ghost for himself she had stayed behind to hide within their new den. She knew she would have to face her demons eventually, but at that time she wasn't ready. Chrysanthe's call ran out across Valhalla, and she was summoning every wolf within her kingdom. It would be a meeting no doubt, and everyone would need to attend- including her. She wondered how many people knew about what she had done. Her ears folded flat, and for a moment she debated on staying in the den, but she knew she needed to own up to her mistakes eventually. Her mother would hate it if she hid like a coward. With a forceful swallow the lump in her throat disappeared, and she rose from the earth. She shook the debris from her pelt, stretched her legs, and licked away some of the visible blemishes. With hesitation she took weary steps toward the entrance. In the back of her mind she was afraid the ghost was right around the corner, waiting for her to slip up. She emerged from the den, and wearily made her way toward the heart of the pack, and her alphas call. When she arrived there was already a decent amount of wolves gathered. She felt like everyone was staring at her, though most of them weren't. Her eyes stayed stuck on the ground, and she only glanced up to avoid bumping into others. With her mother gone and her father probably on his way, she was completely alone. Not physically, but mentally. She made her way toward the front of the crowd, but stayed toward the right, so she wasn't directly in front of Chrysanthe. With a weak expression she looked up at her alpha. She must be so disappointed in her. She was starting to hate herself. "Speech." |