They don't get you like I will
10-29-2013, 12:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-29-2013, 04:19 AM by Maija.)
The war was still going on and Maija's heart was still icy as before. She had become more withdrawn, less responsive to the pack as a whole, and kept to herself more than ever. Although she caught deer for the pack and left it for the members while they slept, she didn't show herself to anyone. Ever since the day she had spoken with Aoi, her mind was still whirring like a spinning wheel. Threads of thoughts spun themselves into projects that were left incomplete, but she broke them down and tried to make sense of them again. Alas, to no avail. Rather than dealing with the past emotions that clung to the memories of Dragomir, she was now trying to find a way to build up the courage to talk to Taurig when he got back. She figured it would be awhile before she got to, though. Once he returned from the war, she knew that he would want to speak to the pack as a whole rather than individual meetings. Being on the back burner was normal for Maija, considering how Rotterdam had thought of her as another piece to his future collection. A wicked smirk crossed her features as she remembered his frustration of not being able to hold on even one female other than her. Such high goals with abysmal results. Hah! Maija stopped thinking of the past and focused on her task at hand. What would happen when they were alone again? It had never been a big deal to spend time with Taurig, but now that she had confirmed to Aoi that she was developing feelings, it made her more nervous than ever. Instead of getting worked up over it in her solitude, Maija slowly inhaled the air around her. Since he had left, Maija had found it hard to leave his den. His scent was the only thing that hung in the air and tickled her nose in the process. Another sleepless night was what looked to be on the agenda as Maija lowered her head to the ground. With her body in a curled fetal position, she flicked her tail around and it rested across her face, halfway hiding it. Leaf green eyes closed as she softly sighed, causing the banner's fur to move with the small gust of air. Perhaps her dreams would help her slip into unconsciousness... speech here |