When The World Came Crumbling Down

*Isolde* · 02-28-2015, 08:07 PM

Life as a slave was nothing that she'd ever imagined would happen to her. Their family was quiet and kept to themselves, how had they somehow come under the rule of their tyrant? He'd taken her children, forced them into slavery and completely destroyed the life they'd had, all for what? She still saw no reason for their capture and longed to have her babies back. She'd never intended for them to happen, but she never realized how much she could love them. She felt her heart break as they'd been led away and still awoke every morning hoping and preying that she'd open her eyes and realize it was all a horrific nightmare. Their scents were becoming stale in the den, and with each passing day she felt a part of herself dying. This was not where she was supposed to be, and this was not how her life was supposed to be.

More than ever the girl had craved Othello's touch, the woman had practically saved her from herself after Soliloquy had disappeared. She knew that Othello held a piece of her with her, a piece that was free of the chains that held Isolde's body. Her heart was with the white woman even as Isolde mourned her loss in her quiet den.

She would lay within, quiet and still when she heard the familiar call. Her heart would leap, the possibility of it being a trick of her mind almost enough to convince her to stay within her den. She had to know though, she had to see Othello to know she was alright. She had escaped imprisonment, and Isolde would not see her chained too. She had to warn her to run. Hoping beyond hope that another wolf had not heard the call Isolde would run for her soul mate. She'd not felt complete since her disappearance after the birth, knowing she was going to see the gentle she wolf Isolde's heart would beat in her chest furiously.

She'd become so hurried that by the time she reached the border the girl had lost her breath, but the sight of her friend was well worth the effort. Isolde couldn't help but rush to her side, tears already streaming down her face as she laid her eyes on the gorgeous woman. "Othello," she'd cry, "You came back." More than anything she wanted to embrace her companion, but after her retreat that day she wasn't so sure where she stood with the woman. A whine would leave her lips as she tried to draw near, craving the close comforting contact they once shared.
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