Quiet Contemplation
07-10-2013, 11:04 PM
Evelette fell, careening back and forth between sleep and consciousness, she was waning in her years but apparently she still had a bit of fight left in her. Did she expect to be released scott free? Of course not. She understood every action held a reaction, but hers had been justified, she would never apologize for gaining revenge upon a traitor, not one that had wounded her so deeply. Evelette had lived with her depression for years, Morgan had a few days of brutal pain and then she would be freed, freed of pain, freed of agony. The bitch had already had enough whelps, she didn't need more. She didn't deserve more. She would listen to whatever the Alpha needed to say, what punishment would be hers. She may accept it, or she may not, it all depended on circumstance. Speak of the devil... the command came swift enough and the ivory goddess obliged, rising to her pads. Her plume dusted the earth behind her as it kept her balance before falling still, limp and relaxed between her thighs, it would do none of them any good for her to grow defensive and mad. She would not return the Queen's rage with discourtesy. It was not in her nature. She doubted anything she spoke would do much good, this woman seemed intent on punishing her, before she had even heard her side of the story. ?I suppose I should start at the beginning. My parents, I never knew them. Whether I was abandoned, or they were killed I know not. A pack named Arkhein found me stumbling around and offered to take me under its wing. They were a militant pack, cold and heartless to anyone but their own. I could never mold to that and spent a vast deal of my time away from home, it was in these unclaimed lands that I met Morgan. We became the best of friends, it mattered not to her that I was from Arkhein and it mattered nothing to me that she was from Valhalla. We met in secret, laughing, exchanging stories, we became the best of friends, I called her my sister.? She paused here, crystalline blues turning foggy, it had been a long time since she had remembered the good times with Morgan. ?Arkehin, in an attempt to make me stronger, make me more...cold, bestowed upon me a mentor, by the name of Freak. He trained me day in and day out, I grew to like him, love him even, he became my best friend. The next time I saw Morgan, I told her all about him. He had deemed me his mate and come my next breeding season... I would become his in all ways. Morgan had also fallen in love, with your father in fact, but at the time he still pinned for Alice. She was bitter and hateful, she hated her for stealing Cairo and I comforted her the best that I could, but there was little I could do to appease the hurt. When my heat came I grew swollen with his pups, and she found Freak, seduced him, drew him too her, her bitterness brought about his brood within her womb.? The hurt that statement caused her was clearly painted across her maw. ?They were the only family I had, I damned Freak, drew him into a fight, lost my puppies and the fight left me near dead. I abandoned Arkhein, traveled alone. Chrysanthe they were the only family I had and both of them betrayed me. Freak got his due punishment, but Morgan never got hers. I did not take her life, but I took her womb. She stole my family, so I took her chance at expanding hers. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. I won't apologize, because I'm not sorry, I've lived with their betrayal for years, she will feel pain for only a brief few weeks. I could have killed her, but I couldn't, I couldn't bring myself to truly get revenge because somewhere, deep down, she is still my sister. Do I feel guilt for what I have done? Of course. I am not heartless." Emotions swirled in the depths of crystalline blues. Guilt, anguish, pain, determination... she would not be broken. Not by this dame, not by anyone. Speech, |