The Bloodied Moon
12-07-2014, 11:14 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Heart racing, Anais ran swiftly through the wood beside the fjord toward the call her father had sent up. Back at the den, Lebrah remained. She had thought he would try to follow her since he had such a strong preference to stay beside her, but in her growing panic she had been very firm and adamant about him staying behind. Something was wrong in the call Bane had issued, something that had carried in the sound of his howl and had since settled sickeningly within her gut. She needed to get to him fast, she needed to find out what was wrong.
Her legs were quick but still she was late. As she neared, she saw the retreating figure of her godmother pass through the trees and for a second she faltered, sensing more amiss than she had originally thought. What had sent Destruction racing off like that? She had not even noticed Anais nearby though both were in clear view of each other even across the short distance. The girl's stomach twisted uncomfortably, her legs itching to move again. Something was really, very wrong.
New panic lent her more speed as she hurried to close the last of the distance and with a skidding stop she finally came upon her father, though as she should have expected he was not alone. He lay sprawled beside the tree he had begun to frequent here, her mother pressed close and holding him, Lior crumbled on the ground, distraught, beside them. Her ears folded, her lower lip wobbling as it finally began to sink in. She had seen the increasing deterioration of her father these past months, had inherently known he was getting worse and worse, but in a feeble attempt to make it not real she had given it less credit than she should have. Here, faced with the effects of time and her father's mortality, Anais knew she had been wrong to avoid accepting it. She was not ready to lose him now.
She whined, a quiet, broken noise, as she slowly, hesitantly padded forward, ears tucked. Her yellow-gold eyes, already bleary with tears, scanned from her mother to her sister and finally rested on her father, feeling her heart constrict with pain. He really was fading fast. Her throat felt so tight she was not sure how she was even breathing and words felt as if they were stuck there, unable to be spoken. What really could she say at a time like this anyway to do justice to how she felt? She crept around her fallen sister to brush her muzzle against her father's, a small gesture but one that held all the love that she had for him, everything she would have said, every kiss and nuzzle she would have offered otherwise had there been more time. I love you, Dad.
Heart racing, Anais ran swiftly through the wood beside the fjord toward the call her father had sent up. Back at the den, Lebrah remained. She had thought he would try to follow her since he had such a strong preference to stay beside her, but in her growing panic she had been very firm and adamant about him staying behind. Something was wrong in the call Bane had issued, something that had carried in the sound of his howl and had since settled sickeningly within her gut. She needed to get to him fast, she needed to find out what was wrong.
Her legs were quick but still she was late. As she neared, she saw the retreating figure of her godmother pass through the trees and for a second she faltered, sensing more amiss than she had originally thought. What had sent Destruction racing off like that? She had not even noticed Anais nearby though both were in clear view of each other even across the short distance. The girl's stomach twisted uncomfortably, her legs itching to move again. Something was really, very wrong.
New panic lent her more speed as she hurried to close the last of the distance and with a skidding stop she finally came upon her father, though as she should have expected he was not alone. He lay sprawled beside the tree he had begun to frequent here, her mother pressed close and holding him, Lior crumbled on the ground, distraught, beside them. Her ears folded, her lower lip wobbling as it finally began to sink in. She had seen the increasing deterioration of her father these past months, had inherently known he was getting worse and worse, but in a feeble attempt to make it not real she had given it less credit than she should have. Here, faced with the effects of time and her father's mortality, Anais knew she had been wrong to avoid accepting it. She was not ready to lose him now.
She whined, a quiet, broken noise, as she slowly, hesitantly padded forward, ears tucked. Her yellow-gold eyes, already bleary with tears, scanned from her mother to her sister and finally rested on her father, feeling her heart constrict with pain. He really was fading fast. Her throat felt so tight she was not sure how she was even breathing and words felt as if they were stuck there, unable to be spoken. What really could she say at a time like this anyway to do justice to how she felt? She crept around her fallen sister to brush her muzzle against her father's, a small gesture but one that held all the love that she had for him, everything she would have said, every kiss and nuzzle she would have offered otherwise had there been more time. I love you, Dad.
* Because he has become her protector, Glacier is allowed into any and all threads that Anais may be in, regardless of how they are tagged.
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