DOUBT THOU THE STARS ARE FIRE
She felt like a blimp, a large, lonely blimp. Argent had been alone for quite some time now; what had once been a proud queen was now a fallen figure, fur a mess and body fat. She highly doubted that she could defend herself now. In her last pregnancy she had the backing of Glaciem. Now, she was alone. A familiar, painful twisting occurred within her stomach. Her face wrinkled in pain, and her legs attempted to carry her to somewhere safe. Upon finding it she collapsed, like a woman who had been lost at sea and finally found land. She knew that this time there would be no Eris; Argent was in it by herself. Agony swept her, and she writhed and shouted, undoubtedly causing a scene. For a few moments she doubted herself; the strength in her body was no what it once was, depleted by depression and guilt. Perhaps she was bound to die now, and perhaps this was how Isardis would find her; belly filled with his enemy?s children, body too weak to birth them, eyes wide open in an agony. |