Sand, Stars, and Sorrow.
02-24-2014, 09:14 PM
| Isabella |
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Isabella paused in her train of thought as the male spoke his name and pack. "Ebony? So Raisa started her pack then? I see, if she trusts you as a pack mate, as a High Lord then I see no wrong in telling you of the past. For the sake of the victim of course." The last addition was a little too sudden as if for a moment she admitted her own feelings but then covered them up. Rather than being the flawless it just showed she was slipping or she felt she was slipping at least. Backtracking would only make things worse so she went on. Turing form the male she looked forward, it would be easier than looking at him while she spoke. "I don't know where to start except for I am the one who wronged the victim in my tail, I deserve nothing from suffering for it." For a moment her ears fell back but they quickly rose as she shook her head. "In my birth pack I was such a scholar, a diplomat, more so than even the Alpha's own pup. They, the Alphas saw that and they liked it. My parents the Deltas liked it as well. If only I wasn't who I was, they never would have wanted me to act like them. The Alphas, Betas, and my parents wanted me to know more to know that I could be like them, beasts, rouges, bloodthirsty blighters." Her ears moved back, flat this time as she thought of all of them. "I knew they used blood as power from the start, I saw a killing no one knew I saw." Pausing she snarled a moment before going all. "All life is important, precious, and should not be taken without cause food for example." Her fur bristled as a bit of her anger came though both in body and in her voice. "Any who they saw who 'challenged' them or any they saw weak enough to strike and have them not fight back. I was to learn this by experience on my first year by summons to the Alpha's den. My parents and the Betas blocked the exit as a shaggy, thin wolf was brought in. The wolf was an outsider in our lands and the Alphas decided it had done them wrong though the stranger was half starved." Isabella closed her eyes as if doing so would keep the memory from coming to her mind. "It started all at once. The Alphas telling me they liked me and wanted me to be like them. So to start it off they jumped on the wolf and attacked its legs so it would not be able to run. The Betas were next tearing at its sides causing pain only nothing lethal. I wanted to turn and leave, I wanted no part of that...that slaughter!" Though her voice rose in a yell it was a desperate yell, with both apology and pain. "My parents just made things worse before the wolf died they made me come forward before the Alphas." She stiffed as if she could still feel them on either side. Opening her eyes she sighed. "I tired, I really did try to give a painless death to the wolf by grasping its throat and just killing it. But, they Alphas wouldn't have it they ordered more blood so my mother had my father jump forward. I felt is fangs sized my scruff and pull back. My fangs were already set, I couldn't help it I just." She paused feeling a knot in her chest. She didn't know what that was, she didn't even feel that way when she killed the wolf she froze then and felt emotionless to defend herself. For a moment she shook, no, she wouldn't sink that low, all of this was one thing but shaking would lead to sobbing, sobbing to crying. Not something she would let happen. "So, the throat was ripped out, the poor thing just lay there unable to move bleeding out. I was as frozen as that wolf and only tired to meet its eyes and let it know I was sorry, that I didn't mean for that that I only wanted to give the wolf some mercy!" She shouted this time with a catch in her throat and a desire to change her past. Pausing she let it all sink in as she turned to Vaughn. "That is...what I am hiding what I live with and the crimes I have done. Speaking of it is, I feel strange I don't like it. I just wish it had never happened yet it has and I will never be able to change it." Isabella felt sadness and recognized it yet didn't know how to react. It wasn't as if she didn't feel sad before she had her moments when she still felt things yet this was on a new level. If Vaughan was really truthful and trustworthiness then maybe some how he really could help. If not she would just suffer and feel her own 'weakness'. "My words are for all.""My thoughts are not." |