Crying with my soul
01-14-2015, 02:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-14-2015, 02:39 PM by Motif I.)
Motif frowned at her brother as he spoke again, telling her she had simply despaired, she hadn't seen it that way. She had talked her whole pregnancy about going back to the father to show him what they had made together. ”I never made my plans a secret Bass, its not my fault if you hadn't been there to hear them” he had barely visited her during her pregnancy, and Rhythm had been there every day. She spoke very softly now, not truly wishing to throw accusations back and forth, and her words sounded as hollow as her heard felt. He was more then her brother, he was the Alpha here and he was clearly unhappy, would he no longer welcome her back into the pack made up of her family, of the people that made her world bearable? She didn't care if he didn't want her to take back her position, it had never been about power for her but being there for her brother and helping him bare the responsibilities. There was an olive branch held out to her, a light ray of hope as Bass offered for her to see the children of himself and his wife. “I would like nothing more in the world, my brother” she said, her voice was still hoarse and it was spoken in a whisper. “Shaye is with her father, and in a moon or two she will be here again, we will both see the wonders of her childhood, her father and I” she explained, still in a soft voice, her eyes never moving from her brothers, looking for any sign of that relationship of responsibility, love, understanding that the two had always shared. "Speech" |
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