Regretful Broken Hearts
11-26-2013, 10:54 PM
His voice finally reached her ears, an apology spewing from her brother's lips to reach straight into her mind and pluck up the broken pieces of her soul. It would take time, but they would mend again, though never quite the same as before. His enormous paw would push at her cheek, ushering her to stand. She was so tired, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep. But she would listen to her big brother, slowly gathering her tea cupped russet paws underneath her tiny, emaciated frame. With all the strength left in her tender, unused muscles, she pushed herself up; finally off of the ground she had warmed with her body for so long. Her legs shook, and she pressed herself against her brother, taking strength from the sensation of his warm fur against her own. "Do you want me to guide you?" She whispered, looking over at her brother, the great Taurig. She had met blind wolves before, and often they had wolves help them move about by telling them what their surroundings were, and approaching obstacles. She could do it, despite how tired and malnourished she was; if her brother needed her help she would give it to him regardless. Speech, |