Baby don't break my heart
10-21-2014, 12:15 PM
Her thoughts were interrupted. The world suddenly stopped spinning. Everything froze. There no noise. An achingly familiar scent would assault her mind, captivating her attention. Hackles would bristle, ears falling back against her skull. It couldn't be. As far as she knew, her brother was dead. Her singular eye would frantically search back and forth, he was close, close enough to smell. Muscles were rigid with tension, her tail straightening with her spine, elevating ever so slightly. She would turn, looking up and down the border, moving in the necessary direction until she saw his face. Legs stopped functioning, barely able to hold her up as she gazed upon the man she never thought she would see again. Lips peeled back as she stood by silently, knowing full well he couldn't see her. "How dare you." She would hiss with enough venom to kill as finally remembered how to move so that she could close the distance between them. A snarl would rip free from her jaws, adrenaline and emotions mingling together for a dangerous combination in her veins. Her body vibrated with barely contained rage. How dare he show his face here. Who did he think he was? He had abandoned them all, not once, but twice. This would destroy Maija. Her sister had finally found happiness, settled down with another and started a new family. And now her brother decided to come back. She had picked up the pieces of not only her life, but Maija's and her children. She had brought them to the mainland, she had supplied them with a home, she had protected them. All while her brother hide away from whatever demons haunted him. Jaws unhinged as her tongue rolled angry against the roof of her mouth, behind its cage of fangs. Fury blazed in her only seeing eye as she shot hatred at her brothers bedraggled form. With a quick once over, she took note of his appearance. He looked weary, like life had not been good to him. He looked thinner, his coat dull, his physique that used to be impressive and intimating was not practically nonexistent. Living with one eye was hard enough, she knew her brother was struggling in the world completely blind. But none of that eased her fury, or soothed her hurt. She wanted to him to know, to feel, every drop of anger and hurt she had held inside for so long. "" |