I'll dissolve when the rain pours in
05-18-2014, 04:33 PM
| Twig |
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Her body would betray her. She had thought, and was almost sure that she would not come into season that year. With her previous pregnancy and her poor health that had taken over when she had spent the rest of Themisto's days in his presence. However she had been sorely wrong, it would come and with a vengeance. Her emotions already so raw she would be thrown further into chaos. She would feel herself craving the touch of a man, but at the same time flashbacks of Gorgos and his ferocious attacks would haunt her. ?So unstable would she find herself that nothing would make sense. So her paws would carry her away. Away from Valhalla and all of her miserable memories. She would run from Gorgos' trial and awful death, she would run from Themisto's slow painful loss of life, as well as the sudden ripping loss of Fern's death. She would run from the gripping heat that took her during the winter's cold chill. She wanted to run from the gripping sorrow that wanted to drown her. So she would run, she wouldn't think about anything but her paws and outrunning the terrible pain. She would lose her footing miles from Valhallan territory, the sand would take her and spill her out upon the ground. A feeling of utter and complete defeat would overtake her as she sputtered and coughed, gasping to catch her breath. She would lay there, not knowing anything and wanting to feel nothing.? |