never meant it to be this way
07-06-2015, 08:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2015, 08:22 PM by Mirabelle.)
It was relief, relief so strong Mira sagged against a tree. She could smell her; she was there. She had answered. It made hope light up in the female's eyes, and a grin to peek through even as she straightened herself, stepping out to meet that embrace, her muzzle nuzzling against Motif in a familiar greeting. Tears pricked her eyes again, but this time, out of an odd happiness - happiness, mingled with sorrow. When Motif looked her over, she felt the smile fade, although it did tug back up, slightly. It was obvious, from her posture, to the look in her eyes, that the news was not good. "It's good to see you too, my friend." Oh, how she suddenly regretted this. Oh, how she wished she didn't have to. The wolf sniffled slightly, stepping forward once more to bury the tip of her nose in Motif's neck fur, a show of vulnerability not often afforded to one such as Mira. This time, though, she couldn't stop herself - even if she wanted to. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." To take it all back, to fix it all. If only she could. If only she had that luxury. |
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