Hidden Storms
11-26-2013, 08:48 PM
Lately there had been a buildup of rage within the giantess, and she was having trouble keeping it hidden. Now she stood upon the roots of an old tree, thick and gnarled with it's vast age. She could see it's beauty, but it was clouded with her emotions, and she began to strike the thick bark frenziedly with her broad paws. Dark claws gouged the wood, strips of bark flying everywhere as she growled and snarled in rage. She wanted to maim, destroy, because she couldn't keep it together anymore. Memories flooded back to her, of torment as the rogues had cornered her, barking back and forth about who would get first dibs on the maiden. Her father had been her saviour, but she had been his demise. He had died with a smile on his face, that he had saved her. It infuriated her. If she hadn't have been so stupid he would still be alive. Her siblings were all dead, and she had done nothing. Tears flooded her soft fur beneath her eyes, those enchanting silver eyes. Now, they were dead. She had no one, she could not see her mother's face anywhere but in her dreams, as with the rest of her siblings. She screamed with the emotions roiling beneath her pelt, the futility she felt as she remembered. She wanted to wipe those memories from her head, to eliminate them from her infinite conscience, but she couldn't. Words seared through her mind, weak, pathetic, pitiful, nothing. They were true, all of them. She was a sorry excuse for a wolf, who did not deserve what she had. She did not deserve her mate, Magnus. She did not deserve Ludicael, to be Gravita, to serve a Sol as wonderful as Jupiter. She deserved death, and that was all. Her claws continued to burrow into the bark, until sap stained her paws gold. She slumped over, draping herself across the large roots and letting tears fall faster, thicker, down her face. The waters of the Mangrove rippled and glowed each time a crystalline tear fell from her mercury optics, absorbing her wasted liquids graciously. She wept away her sorrows beneath the full moon, it's light filtering through the thick branches of the trees around her. Standing up, she ran through the swampy forest, heading away from it's familiarity. Gravel greeted her soon, and it began to bite into her pads as she lumbered through it, uncaring to the pain. Blood trickled from the steadily growing wounds, but she ignored it and fought on. Soon she came to a meadow of grasses, and buried herself amid it. Her sides heaved with the tears as they continued to fall, every second of her journey coursing through her head like a movie she could not stop, could not close her senses to; an inescapable picture show of horrors the alabaster princess had seen. Princess. She had once been a princess, heir to a throne, raised with that goal, and now it had been thrown away in favour of this. Was it all worth it? Was the life she lived now worth the loss of so many pieces of her soul? The ghost did not know, but soon the tears ran out, and her gut ached with the agony of crying for so long. Now, she sat up, and watched the moon traverse across the sky with blank, unfeeling silver pools. Talk like this |