Be strong like stone, but swift like the wind.
08-08-2014, 06:58 PM
What was she to do? Sin had disappeared with the boys, leaving her with a rebellious daughter who sought strength and interdependency before her own time. Arietta was exhausted, trying to care for the girl and keep herself sane. It was only through Vesta meeting some of her aunts and uncles that Arietta found any time to herself. She wasn't sure what to do anymore, lost, completely lost without the blood stained male by her side. What had happened to Sin? Why had he left them? She had loved him. Their daughter had been their firstborn child. Part of her understood being left behind... she was weak... without any proper training or skill. But Vesta? She was of his own blood, his greatness! Paws lead her on, head lowered, eyes shining with a deep sadness. She was forsaken, as such was her son's name. It wasn't until she heard a voice up ahead that she was drawn from her thoughts. Body would freeze, head snapping up as faded-blue eyes sought the form of the one who had spoken. A female, alone, with not a pack scent upon her coat. Arietta wouldn't relax, however. Experience had shown her not all wolves were kind, and truthfully neither was her mate, at least not the hero she believed him to be. But so much stress and mental illness could alter a vision on such a man. Arietta took a step back, trying to regard the female and decide if she was a danger or not. She wouldn't speak yet, words caught in her throat, pondering what choices now lay before her. Speech, Thought |