I'm Not Perfect, but I Keep Trying
12-20-2014, 12:06 AM
She heard Isolde's voice call out to her, thanking her, but she couldn't turn back. A deep sadness filled her heart, tears streaming down her face as she wandered aimlessly around the range. She was happy for the new family, there was no doubting that. But there was something else weighing her down, the loss of her own children. It wasn't as if they had passed away, they were still on this earth and just chose not to be with her. Perhaps that hurt more, the fact that they left her of their own free will. Was she truly that terrible of a mother? She had done all she could have, but she had her own ghosts to deal with. Demons of her own kind. And seeing those little souls... she couldn't help but think of her own babies, after the large children had almost taken her life from her. A shuttering sigh left her maw as she blinked the tears away, trying to force them to still. She finally realized where her paws had taken her, right outside the den that once housed her, Scorpion, and their pups. Their scent had nearly vanished by now, phantom whispers of it lingering to torture her. A new scent was there as well, one that almost made her turn and walk away. Soliloquy. He seemed to like to be there when she wasn't, he was now in the den with Isolde and his scent was fresh and mixed with Scorpions. Sniffling, her nose wrinkles as she poked her black marked face into the den. "Scorpion? she called softly, almost timidly. Her tear stained face moved around, trying to spot the lumbering giant. She hadn't seen him much since she returned, after nearly losing him he wasn't sure that her heart could take it. But now, now he craved to be by his side, for him to tell him that everything was going to be okay. But would he want her here? |
