Broken Angel
01-17-2015, 11:41 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Her legs still felt weak and so Bearcub sat down, her tail beating once against the snow idly as she tried not to look like she had just run across the whole of the frozen north. Her mouth had morphed itself into the semblance of a smile when he turned his eyes upon her, which, she noted, were of two different colors. One was blue, like frozen ice, while the other green as springtime. They were odd to her, surely a curiosity, but of no consequence in the long run, though she wondered briefly if he knew of their differences. Not even her smile or concern seemed enough to break through the dismal, gloomy cloud that appeared to have permanently stuck itself over the boy's head, and the brown yearling could feel her hopeful smile slip away under doubt. He spoke so pessimistically, weighed down immensely by the sadness that haunted his past. Bera was rather shocked by all of it, lost family not once but many times it sounded like, and here he was alone and defenseless and left to face the world on his own. It had certainly sucked the spirit right out of him. "I'm sorry about all that," she muttered lamely, unsure what else she could possibly say in response to the hardships he had had to endure. But, not one to succumb to darkness and sadness so easily, she tried to inject a little of her own optimism, her own hope, into him. "You know, that's all in the past. If you make an effort, things can change." |