These voices won't let you leave
02-05-2015, 07:37 PM
Arian would move away from her, denying her touch, denying her motherly instincts. That just proved to the dark woman that something truly was wrong. There was denial that something was wrong, that in truth of her actions and her wounds. How Destruction's heart would ache, crying out for the young girl. She was barely an adult, and yet she suffered so much. Too much loss had occurred in the young woman's lifetime. Losing her biological parents. Losing everything... it was so clear. There was no pack scent on her. But... had it been willing? Or had it been forced from her very paws? Destruction understood that pain, oh she understood that pain. Perhaps that was one reason why she felt so much heartache for the girl.
There was no eye contact, but Des would be damned if she accepted that Arian was fine. The woman would tense somewhat, but then she would inch closer again. The girl was laying in the sand, the growl of her stomach not missed. The dark woman felt at a loss, wanting to help and, the more motherly side of her wanted to tear those apart that broke her adopted daughter like this. She knew Arian was more Pip's child than her own, but that didn't mean that Destruction didn't love the girl. With her only biological child gone it seemed just natural the woman would feel strongly for the children she was asked to protect and wished to as well. It was just a reminder she needed to check on Bane and Tahlia's children soon as well.
"You're not fine, Arian... someone hurt you... and gods above they will pay for it." Des would shiver some. The urge to hunt the bastards down and kill them, resort to her old ways, burned strongly in her heart. "You're hungry, aren't you? The tide leaves fish in shallow pools here... we can find you something to eat." But it was better to take care of Arian's needs first. Food, and then figure out where she should be staying. There was a faint pack scent on her coat... but not the same as the pack she once ruled. There was an... oddly familiar scent too. An old friend perhaps? No, first things first. Staying calm and helping this girl. She needed to eat, whether Arian would admit it to her or not. Destruction would do all she could to take care of the girl, get her somewhere safe. Hell, she'd ask Deviant to help if she had to. Des would try everything in her power to set things right.
...The gods surely loved testing their minds, didn't they?
There was no eye contact, but Des would be damned if she accepted that Arian was fine. The woman would tense somewhat, but then she would inch closer again. The girl was laying in the sand, the growl of her stomach not missed. The dark woman felt at a loss, wanting to help and, the more motherly side of her wanted to tear those apart that broke her adopted daughter like this. She knew Arian was more Pip's child than her own, but that didn't mean that Destruction didn't love the girl. With her only biological child gone it seemed just natural the woman would feel strongly for the children she was asked to protect and wished to as well. It was just a reminder she needed to check on Bane and Tahlia's children soon as well.
"You're not fine, Arian... someone hurt you... and gods above they will pay for it." Des would shiver some. The urge to hunt the bastards down and kill them, resort to her old ways, burned strongly in her heart. "You're hungry, aren't you? The tide leaves fish in shallow pools here... we can find you something to eat." But it was better to take care of Arian's needs first. Food, and then figure out where she should be staying. There was a faint pack scent on her coat... but not the same as the pack she once ruled. There was an... oddly familiar scent too. An old friend perhaps? No, first things first. Staying calm and helping this girl. She needed to eat, whether Arian would admit it to her or not. Destruction would do all she could to take care of the girl, get her somewhere safe. Hell, she'd ask Deviant to help if she had to. Des would try everything in her power to set things right.
...The gods surely loved testing their minds, didn't they?