ABSENT PILLOW TALK
09-22-2013, 03:42 AM
Despite the regional climate transition from summer to autumn, the northern edges of Alacritis were untouched by seasonal effectiveness, the land here was petrified in glass-like frost. Small flakes of snow drifted at a leisurely pace, decorating the forestry in a coating of iridescent glitter, filling the air with simple magic. But the childish precipitation did not phase the lonely stranger, who only noticed how dark the sky had become over the past few hours. The night was moonless, sombre and quiet - minus the occasional whisper through the boughs of the trees. She did not care for the angel-fluff descending from the Heavens, or the endless mounds of snow that could have been used for infantile tunneling and folly fort-making. She sought solitude. She had lost count of how many days it had been since her delicate nose detected the miniscule scent of a wolf. She assumed that she had been lingering close to unidentifiable territories, homelands that boasted unfriendly and hostile hosts. And for once in her life, Caedena could not find the courage to care. She was no gain, she had nothing for them, and certainly had nothing to lose. Her home had been taken from her by an invisible hand. Her King, Helios, all his glory and grace, had been reduced to a collection of fragmented memories. The children she tended to, and the sick she healed with nothing more than her God given talent. Pack members who cared and nursed her, family that rose before the sun to praise the day before it had even arrived. Her Gods. The Deities that sewed her genetic fibers together in a gossamer of beauty and intelligence and more importantly the heart capacity of a saint. But Caede could not recall why she woke up in a different world, void of a King and her chestnut-furred child. Her son was not cradled in the nook of her hip he had vanished, combusted into blurred ashes along with a sense of reality. Her Gods had been hushed, answerless when she cried to them and begged on her back for an explanation. Everyone was taken from her: including her personal demon. Though his picturesque image remained intact perfectly. The last time she saw him she had turned her back and fled, sliding and cascading in the downfall of rain. She evaded the look of murder in his eyes, she escaped his wicked vice on her unintelligible emotions. They way he coddled her and reprehended her, his haunting voice, and the unintentional coercing of unfamiliar sins into her once pure body. Morte. Her heart murmured painfully in her breast. She dare not recover her feelings for him. She finally made her way into the mouth of a cave, dark and damp, but as welcoming as she would come by. She lowered her limber body, curling up her elegant limbs and resting a petite chin up-top of her unproportionate paws. Her pale blue-grey eyes threatened to close in sleep as she sank in to a state of silent tranquility. OOC: LET THE HEART WARMING REUNITING COMMENCE <3 |
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