Haunting Past
Her ear flicked towards him, listening to the words he had to say. Her heart ached even more...could he be right? At this moment in time, she wasn't sure. She felt so empty...What was in her heart was eternal love for her family. And it was then, that memories began to flood her mind. She remembered the days spent playing with her siblings, rolling around and wrestling with her father, Gargoyle. She remembered riding on his back when she little. She remembered making daisy crowns with her sister Orica for their mother. She remembered wrestling with Galileo to see who was the strongest. She'd lose some, she'd win some. She remembered teaching her little sister, Odette how to hunt. She remembered sitting and talking to Galahad, and she remembered playing with Oracle.
Tears prickled her vision. Her chest and throat tightening. Someone who wants me to be here... Who was that? The man she had met before her journey had disappeared from her life. The only person she had begun to trust, gone. Her family, gone. Her friends...well, she didn't have any friends really. And here she was, this stranger...telling her these things. Making it seem as if things would be alright. But they didn't feel alright. Quietly, she allowed the tears to fall down her face. Not a sound uttered, her body barely containing the shaking that threatened to quake her large size. As everything rushed into her head. The thoughts both good and bad. The best memories and the worst memories. All she could think, was why? Why had it happened? Why her? Why this way? "Why...?" She whispered more to herself then to him.
She forced herself to quell her tears. Though no matter how hard she tried, they continued to slip down without her willing to. He would speak, telling her his birth place. Sparse pines...? Wasn't that where? No...it couldn't be, could it? It was just coincidence right? She glanced at him from the corner of her eye for a moment, noting his darker pelt and his eye color. He couldn't be related to...him. She met his eye for a brief moment before looking over at the water once more. And then he said it. Vereux Armada. Almost instantly, her body froze. Armada... That name spoke terror to most. And at one point had been nightmarish for her. She stared at him, amber gaze guarded. He seemed nice...but then again, she knew of the Albino beast to be 'nice' before showing true colors. Was he a descendant? She would withhold her name for the moment, her own question summoning from guarded teeth. "You're related to that white devil?!" Her voice carried a slight edge to it, her gaze hardened though laced with fear. Her hackles would rise ever so slowly, ready to run or fight. She was wary now, as if the white ghoul were hiding nearby and this boy merely bait for a rat trap. She would not be taken again. |
