the downsides
05-31-2013, 07:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2013, 04:52 PM by Epiphron.)
As soon as the pack meeting had come to a close, Epiphron had retreated. The decision she'd made -- to offer to take Chrysanthe's place in the alliance, and hand her the throne -- was becoming more of a reality as she wandered from the meeting, sliding into her den, slipping gladly into darkness. If Gerhardt accepted, she would soon be going to Seracia in the coming winter, leaving her family and everything she had ever known behind. But first, she needed her father's approval. Anxiety wracked her soul, eating her from the inside out. Eventually, curled against the solid stone wall, wishing desperately she had the same kind of strength that the earth itself seemed to possess, she drifted to sleep. Her night was restless, and she tossed and turned, filled with uncertainty and fear that she hoped would dissipate upon awakening. Sure enough, when the sun's relentless rays impinged on her sleeping quarters, she felt much more sure of her decision to offer to switch, in Chrysanthe's place. It would be for the best, and she knew it. Quietly the girl rose to all fours, letting loose a howl for her father. The brute was growing older, and much frailer, and his days were growing short. She could not bare the thought of disappointing Cairo; that was one of her greatest fears. She lowered her muzzle and waited quietly for his arrival. |
