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The Betrayal Knows My Name



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06-26-2014, 07:57 PM
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Destruction felt lost, more-so than she ever had before. It was down to just Aiden and herself now, the male the only one who could put up with her she supposed. The woman felt a deep sadness within her heart... there was next to nothing that she had left anymore. The woman moved with her noticeable limp, the cold and snow doing nothing to aid it, and she pressed on through the snow, seeking something, though what it was she hadn't a clue. Her life had gone wrong... so very wrong... and she was broken. Hurting. Those that had trusted her had gone, or she had betrayed by staying loyal to a pack that was damned as she became it's queen. She was being punished... but for how long the punishment would go on the woman didn't know. Did she even care anymore? Was there even any point left in pressing on?

That was when the scent filled her nose. No, not scent, but scents. There was a sharp ache, that pain in her chest hightening to new levels as she looked in the direction of packlands. Bane. Tahlia. The children. Ears would lower, and the woman would shift her direction through the snow, pressing to approach the border. They deserved her apology, the right to say to her the words she deserved for her betrayal. She had promised to be the godmother of the children, to protect Tahlia and the pups since Bane was banished. But she had failed... allowed them to be banished as well... and upheld the laws that kept them gone. All for the sake of a friend who up and left her, dumped the pack on her shoulders. Then the others started going as well. Destruction knew she was never meant to be a leader, a queen, and her loss only proved such.

Deep down, she would never be anything more than a monster.

Large paws would stop as she got to the edge of the border, remaining outside the lands, but close enough... She wasn't sure if anyone else might come... a leader or high ranked wolf... but regardless she needed to speak with them. It was time. The woman would sit, throwing her head back as her howl, cracking with her emotion, calling for them. Tahlia. Bane. She wasn't sure if the children would recognize her voice and come as well... but part of her hoped not. She was certain that this would not be a happy reunion.

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