Chasing Regret
07-13-2014, 05:34 PM
The place was dreadful. She wandered about completely alone, with no one to talk to but herself. A sad sight rolled off her tongue. What a terrible way to die, taken by a sickness rather than to die honorably in battle. Paws pressed into the earth as she moved, the scenery constantly changing her. It was a painful reminder to have his scent fill her nostrils, so familiar and so intoxicating, and yet an awful reminder that she was dead. Lips curled back to reveal ivory daggers, her icy gaze downcast, focused on the ground directly in front of her. With each step, his scent grew more and more powerful as though he was standing right in front of her. Hopelessly, her gaze would lift, knowing that she was only lying to herself. But there he was. Muscles would freeze, eyes widening in shock. It couldn't be, her mind had to be playing tricks on her. There was no way. "Caeto?" His name rolled off her tongue in a whisper, barely audible, she couldn't believe, the realization would be to painful. A frown colored her features. Slowly she took note of her surroundings. They stood at the border to his old pack, the place they had first met. Icy gaze would drift, absorbing the pleasant memory before returning to Caeto, half expecting him to no longer be there. But he was still standing there, looking just as lost as she was. The girl would fall silent, taking a moment to simply bask in his presence because soon he would be done and she would be completely alone, again. Talk like this |
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