This is where it takes me
12-14-2014, 11:24 PM
It was more of her own decision rather out of fear this time. Sarka wasn't entirely perfect, she knew that like she knew about her inferiority complex. She couldn't hunt very well, she definitely couldn't fight, and she knew nothing of herbs either. She could fit into small spaces maybe, but that was the only thing she found herself useful for. Of course she had met that scary green lady who was smaller than her, but Sarka was brittle. Her bones were weak, all because of the stress her mother went through when she was pregnant. Her white tail fluttered behind her as she blinked at the borders. What did it mean to be part of a pack? She was afraid of crowds, more than two wolves was even pushing it for her.
Though it didn't mean she wasn't willing to try, she was weak she knew that. But Roman had felt like more of her family than anyone could have in her life for the most part. It wasn't like she could be a burden on her brothers, they were old enough to be on their own now. And her father, she was scared of him despite him being her father. She lowered her icy eyes before raising her voice. A long howl, beautiful, serene, a voice like no other because the rest of her was mainly silent savor for a few words saved for those she felt comfortable around. |
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