ardent

sorry might never be enough



Aurora


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03-11-2014, 08:19 PM
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Broad paws struck the terra with near complete silence, and the giantess would stop on the roots of a mangrove tree with a soft sigh. She looked down, to where her reflection was shown in the still, low lying waters of the mangrove. She had lost some weight, but not enough for it to be very noticeable. Her mercury optics were haunted, but she put on a mask of calm and joy for those around her so she would not be interrogated too thoroughly. A sad smile was offered by her reflection, and with a sorrowful grimace at the expression, she turned away.

There was the sound of joyous squeals from up above, and a small black missile dropped onto her back and clung to her neck. "Rory! You were gone, and I was out getting food for a second and you disappeared..." The petite ebony feline murmured into her thick ivory fur, purring wildly as she embraced her friend. "W-where did you go?" The small cat asked with hurt in her voice, a rare emotion from such a calm and steel skinned creature. The alabaster queen winced, looking slowly over her shoulder at the feline. She looked deep into the yellow-green orbs of her friend, drinking in the rampant emotions within before deciding how to speak. "I needed some time alone, and I didn't realise how long I was gone..." The pallid wolfess would murmur, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, simply letting the guilt of abandoning her children and the emotions wrought upon her by her time alone wash over her infinite mind like a tidal wave.

Consuming silver optics would flutter open once more, and she looked in the direction of where her friend should still have her den. "I need to speak with Song, and apologize." Faintly accented Russian lyrics would whisper, their ethereal tones soft as silk. Looking over her shoulder again, she would watch Corvusi's features. The feline nodded, clambering from the willowy huntress' petite shoulders and padding off. "You had better come back to the den, you children miss you a whole lot." The green eyed cat would command as she padded off into the shadows of the mangrove.

Putting the location of the den, and the strongest scents of her best friend in front of her, the ivory femme would trot towards where Song should be at this time of day with the sun beating down on the land. Something smelled wrong, like sickness, and the twisting of dread made bile rise in the moonstone orbed dame's throat. Had she left at the worst possible time? Was Song sick again? Had something terrible happened? The questions flooded the immense conscience of the pale lady as she picked up her pace even more. Arriving in the familiar clearing, she would lower her cranium to peer into the mouth of her pearl pelted companion's den. There were new scents here too, and the faint tang of lactation filled the air around the den. "Song?" She would call quietly, almost afraid of what response she might receive from the smaller woman, who was undoubtedly still her superior.