Blame It On My Mood Swings, Baby
04-30-2014, 06:24 PM
The small woman would look at her mate as he would run away, her heart tearing from the inside out. What was he doing? Why was he running away from his love? A whine escaped her ebony lips when a wave of shame rolled over onto her. It was all Misha's fault, for being a stupid bitch, for snarling at him when all he did was try and make it right, for wanting to fight her own mate. Who in the right mind did that? Nobody did.. But Misha wasn't in the right mind. In the least to say, she was a poor, demented child.
She lost both of her parents at a young age, a tragic event for the fae, and she was betrayed by the wolf that she gave her heart to for all of him. He had left her just as easily Day had, except without the shoving Misha to the ground. As if almost said on cue, Misha collapsed on the ground, skidding across the black obsidian sand. She ended up at the foamy blue green water of the sea, fur littered with black sand. And now, Dayton was gone as easily as her old mate had been.. The pain lulled her to a dreamless sleep-like state, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She lost both of her parents at a young age, a tragic event for the fae, and she was betrayed by the wolf that she gave her heart to for all of him. He had left her just as easily Day had, except without the shoving Misha to the ground. As if almost said on cue, Misha collapsed on the ground, skidding across the black obsidian sand. She ended up at the foamy blue green water of the sea, fur littered with black sand. And now, Dayton was gone as easily as her old mate had been.. The pain lulled her to a dreamless sleep-like state, tears rolling down her cheeks.