The Raging Storm
07-03-2015, 10:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2015, 07:40 PM by Caeli.)
Cold. She was cold. It was so cold. She shivered, her small frame seeming to trying to comprehend her mental stress just like her mind was. They where gone? A cry lifted from her maw, it was lifted and carried away by the wind that raced by her. A storm was brewing but inside and out and she raced into it, with no care to her health or her healthy fear of storms. It had not been long since Voltage has returned, a occurrence that she thought would be joyful, with much play and happiness. She was even hopeful for maybe new siblings to bring into the fold. She gave a more painful sob as her legs carried her closer to the storm. She needed an out, a way to work out her pain, to make her feel alive again. It did not seem to long ago that she told Voltage that she hoped that their parents wanted them back, that she had doubts about their loveless-ness. But now? Now they where gone, gone forever, never coming back. Astrea will never have the chance to speak to their mother, never have the chance to ask her father the questions that plague her mind day and night. She stopped, her sides heaving. She lifted her head and let out the most sorrowful howl that had even lifted from her maw. She would forever be in the dark about herself, she will never get the answers to why the stars called her name. Her song filled the air around her growing in sadness as the storm hovered over her threatening to let lose its deluge of rain. She welcomed it, she wanted it. Never in her life did Astrea feel grateful to not being able to see the stars, never had she not wanted to look at them. But now? At this moment? She did not want to see them, she did not want to look upon the twinkling lights that calmed her like nothing else. Now she wanted to cry her sorrow into the wind and the rain and feel the numbness spread through her. She wanted Ten, she wanted his quite presence, she wanted his soft words telling her everything was all right, that her world was not indeed ending. She needed him and he was not here for her! She lifted her paw to her neck feeling the opal that Seerten had given her. She gave a small cry as she lifted it over head head and leaving it at her feet. The small symbol of the affection her and Ten felt for each other now in the mud, and she felt nothing. Cold, she was cold. |
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