a glass half empty
09-27-2014, 11:35 AM
It was with a great shame that he had hidden himself away, a failure to once again protect his pack mates. Chrono had died, even though he nearly killed himself to save him. This was the second pack mate to pass in only two seasons, and Bass couldn't stand it. How could he be a great leader when he couldn't even protect those that he cared most about? Two pack mates dead, and another lost in battle. The great warrior had fallen, his pride crashing down with him. Bass had hidden himself near the back of the caverns, paws still muddy from his little adventure outside. He knew that the nonstop rain would eventually drain into the caverns, so he had spent most of the day digging a wide trench, digging so that the water would run off down the hill. He had dug two of these, one right in front of the enterance to the caves and another one about three feet away, ensuring that his pack would not get stuck within these caves. He hadn't bothered to clean up though, the mud had dried and was clinging to the majority of his legs and belly. A soft voice called out to him, and his ears twitched at they picked up the sound. Bass did not turn his head for a moment, just kept staring blankly at the wall. After several heart beats he slowly turned his cranium towards the russet woman before him, golden gaze looking like dull metal as he seemed to look right through her. "Mirabelle." He said softly, his voice hoarse and unused. He didn't say anything else, blinking a few times as he allowed his gaze to finally rest on her face. A tiny smile tugged on his lips, but it only lasted a matter of seconds. Clearing the cobwebs from his mind he attempted to actually focus on her, to hear what she would have to say. Eyes grew a bit brighter, although they were nothing like they usually are. A spark of hope flared in his own chest though, it had been awhile since he carried on a conversation with anyone. Walk "Talk" Think |
