Keep me grounded
10-27-2014, 06:46 PM
For some hidden reason, she knew after this encounter with Quelt, her life would change for all eternity. In truth, it frightened her, but it would not be known to none other than herself. Bass would most definitely be thrilled that the man planned to return home. The tender king's pack seemed to take a turn for the better after the storms. Perhaps, it was the birthing of a new beginning - one in which would twist and fold Abaven into the pack that Bass had dreamed of. Nevertheless, her heart had settled on the lands and the wolves that lived there, or at least most of them. It was a family she had never had the opportunity to have, and with Quelt maybe that family could expand all the more. Though, at this time, she had no idea just how truthful that would become. Each syllable was listened to so carefully, thinking about each word as he spoke. Did she believe it had all to do with the gal being a youngster at the time of their meeting? Not at all. It really had all to do with her personality and fate. We are as old as our souls are. Love is a true rarity and it gets tossed from paw-to-paw as if it were mere dirt. Most relationships are no more than an unbreakable friendship or infatuation. That is all. It was the truth. Love, true love, was something only a select, lucky few had the opportunity to experience. Other loves were simply learned or an attachment of dearest friends. She had seen and discussed feelings of romance with far too many men. Spending the night with husbands of unsuspecting wives, talking to them of feelings of love long lost. Did she love Quelt? No. But she did feel an attachment to him. One stronger than shared between friends. Could it blossom into love? Well, only the gods knew the answer to that. Nevertheless, she felt jealousy over the thought of this gal he was with and wanted to keep the man all to herself. The man would then speak of living to please others. Her own life being the opposite, she simply lived to please herself. Seems we have quite opposite lives. But then he would ask about her own family and a tinge of hurt entered her heart, but quickly it was pushed aside. She would answer him, even though unsure of how he would react. Though, what did it matter? She had grown tired of withering in the shadows. Never had either of those. Though, I am unsure of the turth to this story, this is what I have been told. . . There was a war between my pack and another. Our enemy could devour us so easily, and so for peace - I was given to them. An heir to the throne. I was to be queen, the first born. I was their most cherished treasure. But to save our kind, I was handed to them. From there, I was a slave. I was raped and ravaged, a toy. Overtime, the I became their willing whore. Ended up knowing quite a few fighters and so I asked them to teach me, to let me fight them. When I grew strong enough, I challenged the pack's queen for my freedom and from there I found Abaven. Not much of a life, but that's how it turned out. Bass has been my only friend, outside of you. She shrugged softly at the thought and eyes closed as memories revisted her mind. It's overwhelming sometimes. Life outside of my prison, that is. It's like I have to relearn the world all over by myself. But there has been comfort in being with men and being Bass's lead warrior. It gave me some familiarity. Don't you understand? Oh, how she wanted him to understand. Eyes would open as she would search for his momentarily and then she would rest her head upon his shoulders. Breath taking in the unique aroma of his fur. She felt, at this moment, she was protected and could release the armor she always equipped. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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