Silver Dusk
10-21-2014, 01:17 AM
| Erani |
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She had grandchildren. Two girls and a boy; a massive red pup. She knew when she saw the pup that he was a throwback to her own grandmother, a great, great healer. She had her family around her. Well, almost all of them. Epiphron, Chrysanthe, and their children, were missing. Taurig and his family as well, save for Falk, her son in law, were abroad. She had never met his mate, nor their children. After the last time she had seen him, when he had come seeking peace with Valhalla after taking over the abandoned Tortugan lands, she had not seen him again. To say she had not worried for him and his family would be a lie. She worried. Even as she had lost Valhalla to that red Sovari, she had worried. It was another tumultuous emotion buried under the feeling that she had utterly failed her pack, even if they refused to see it. She lay at the edge of the stream, watching willow leaves rush by on a surface swollen by the end of Summer rains and storms. Deep blues held a pain, even with the satisfaction of her newest family members; her grandchildren. Snowy paws lay crossed under her chin, and her tail lay limp at her side. When she was alone, and only when she was alone, did she allow herself to droop; allow the opportunistic exterior to break. She had failed her pack. They may tell her otherwise, but she knew the truth of it. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |