Afraid of the Lonely
09-28-2014, 07:33 PM
She wasn?t alone, but that was a fact she would realize too late. It took the other woman speaking, to alert Roman of her presence and the former queen flinched. She strained to understand her- but it had been so long since she had spoken. Would her own voice even work? Her ears flattened against her head, as she looked at the other wolf, straining to form some word. Her jaws parted, and closed. Again, it would seem that she would find it hard to make a word form. A strangled rasping noise left her, and she frowned. Why was it so hard to talk?! What have I done to deserve this? Of course, it would be that a stranger would find her- even her in the north. Why couldn?t it have been a wolf she knew? Someone she trusted. She cursed herself for appearing weak in front of this stranger, but she couldn?t even muster a snarl. Defeated, she looked at the ground, embarrassment flooding her face- tinging her cheeks red. She was prideful, and admitting that she needed help cut deeply. Her body shook, with effort from even sitting and she stared at the frozen earth beneath her. Part of her, wanted to accept any mercy this stranger may offer- while the rest of her, remembered the last time she had foolishly thought herself capable of making such a decision. Letting out a rattling sigh, she looked away from the other wolf- and finally forces three words. ?I am fine.? Her voice is a rasp, breaking slightly and it is foreign to her ears. But she isn?t. She?s far from fine. She wishes Greek to be at her side, but she had slipped away from him- left him in her favorite forest. She only hoped he waited for her. Greek would know what to do- he?d know what to say. He?d speak for her. Greek Speak -- Roman Speak |