Mixed Feelings
11-01-2013, 12:52 AM
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The black female was dealing with silent turmoil. She had found out through conversations around the pack that Bronze had been taken as prisoner by Glaciem. It was the price to be paid in the war for defending Valhalla and it ripped her soul into pieces. The pain she felt from losing her husband mixed with the anger of the enemy from taking him and the anxiety of possibly never seeing him again. In short, Silent was an emotional mess. She had asked Aeil and Dragon to look after her children. Her niece had obliged to the favor and went off with the small group to teach them the ways of hunting. She knew that they were in good paws and that was one less thing to worry about. Black paws paced the outside of her den, making patterns in the dirt where she had previously stepped. Silent didn't know what to do. She had to talk to someone - anyone - about what she was feeling. After the last turn, she let out a horrified scream, a yell that made the remaining birds leave the nearby trees. Tears began to fall and she crumpled to the ground with her head in her paws. Without Bronze, she was only halfway whole. |