crimson tears

*Sendoa* · 05-20-2014, 07:07 AM

Athena had been named heir. The whispers came in the night.. or was it the day? She didn't remember. There was a rumbling in her chest, a growl resonating within the chambers of her lungs. It slipped forth and into the cool winter air - evaporating in a puff of fog from her ebony lips. She cursed him under her breath, rocking onto her haunches and bringing a paw to her face. Feverishly she would wipe her right eye, then her left, then her right again. There was a sensation there, a dulling of her vision and a burning - itching. She feared growing ill like Isardis, she feared losing herself - losing them. They would forget her if she were gone as long as he. Try as she might, she would never be as memorable as he. She would never come close.

There was a howl, if for no other reason than to call him forth and berate him. She had half a mind to just leave. She doubted he still wanted her here anyway. She breathed slowly, feeling the heat rise in her tear ducts. Sendoa had never been partial to tears. Limbs stretched forth, bringing her bodice into a lying position - wondering if he'd even bother to come. The burning continued, intensifying, and finally she would succumb to it. She would let herself cry. The tears came, salty and acidic. First there was just one, then a few, then more - until she was drowning in sorrow. Streams of crimson bore down her face and onto her muzzle. One salty tear reached her lips, and instinctively she would flick it away with her tongue. A metallic taste tantalized her taste buds. Blood. She craned her vision downward, to the droplets that had fallen from her muzzle. They were crimson and thick - they were tears of blood. Panic filled her, and another howl went out from grieving lips. This one for anyone nearby. She remained rooted to the ground, sides heaving with quickened breath, eyes welling with crimson tears.

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