Got those jet pack blues
01-23-2015, 02:14 PM
The Armada family had slowly been drifting away for as long as she could remember. One by one they would wander off, drift away, go missing. It felt like there were very few of them left. Her own father and mother were a part of those missing wolves. However, only the last two losses had really shook her to her core. First had been Vereux who was gone without a trace. She had thought that she would never hurt as bad as she did when she lost him, had thought that if she only knew what had happened to him then she would be able to have closure and move on. However, as she ran back toward the den she shared with Amalia with the weight of what she had just learned heavy on her shoulders, she wasn't sure any more if that knowledge would have made things easier. She broke into the clearing and slowed to a lope, calling for her wife and children as she slowed to a stop. "Amalia! Boys! Come here." She stopped several feet from the den and sank down on her haunches, tears heavy in her eyes and waiting to spill over into her fur at any moment. She wanted them all to hear it from her and not from someone else. She knew that out of all of them she was probably the one most distraught over Roman's death, but suddenly loosing their home was going to be quite a blow she was sure. And Amalia... her red-headed girl was always so emotional, she honestly wasn't sure how she would take all of this. She waited for them all to gather, hoping all of her boys were here. Now was not the time for any of them to be out exploring. |
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