The Worse Kind Of Pain

Motif had been at the scene of the fight, had watched the whole atrocious thing. On more then one occasion she had wanted to throw herself into the battle but knew her brother would not appreciate the help, despite his bewilderment at the reason behind the fight in the first place. With dark eyes she had hesitated before following after her brother dear. She could see that Irine seemed happy to follow her nee leader, which seemed also to defeat the whole purpose of the fight. Shaking her head she would follow the trail of misery back to abaven until she found her brother again.



She would glare at the stranger that placed herself beside bass, in the spot that motif saw as her own, but would say no words of anger before her injured family. The abaven queen would gently place herself down at her brothers otherwise, curling her tail about him and simply waiting until he was ready to speak. She didn't pester him with questions, but simply radiated love for her dear brother and leader she respected.