Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
10-30-2014, 08:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-30-2014, 08:59 PM by Motif I.)
She didn't want to face the truth Rhythm was showing her, it was simply to mad to believe, the sheer possibility of it, even if the evidence stood before her eyes. She curled in a ball, panting, and thinking hard as her sister curled around her and offered her comfort, her words trickling into Motif's ear in a soft sigh of her name. She loved her family, and this was proof upon proof on why they meant the world to her. She nuzzled her head into her sister as she lay there, still trying to come to terms with what Rhythm had told her. Before she could reach any solid conclusions another form would come barrelling towards them, and she could see the bloody murder on his face. She sighed and pulled herself to her paws. ?It was a truth Rhythm told me that.. surprised me Bass. I.. I wasn't expecting to hear it, I never meant to worry you? she told Bass softly, regretful to see his anger. More then that, she was afraid now, afraid because she had never told Bass what had gone on in the Southern lands, and now it was to late to him peacefully ? now he would find out with damning evidence and she expected to hear judgement and disdain upon his tongue. She lowered her eyes from him, yes the prideful spite fire girl lowered her eyes at the thought of hearing anything from Bass that would indicate he was disgusted with her, it would be a hot knife in her heart if he, the brother she loved most in the world said the words she could already imagining forming on his tongue. But he wasn't looking at her yet, he was pacing, the murder was still their, cooling all friendliness from his eyes and her stomach opened up into a hollow pit inside of her. Could he.. oh no, could he already smell it on her? Did he know? Was that why his face held such anger, did he already guess at her condition? She flinched from his rage, suddenly utterly certain it to her, and her predicament. Walk "Talk" Think |
