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Posted on May 16, 2013 at 04:36:03 PM by Everchime
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
As the waters settled around the hunting scene Ever is left with her mouth agap. She hadn't expected that at all, the large sea lion had reared it's ugly head and dragged Weylin into the waters, blood sloshed about on the shoreline, her eyes were wide, heart pounding in her chest, her stomic felt like it was being twisted into fist fulls of entrails, bound around and around until there was nothing left to twist. Mortz had darted towards the water, with Ever close on his heals, the young pup and tried to dive into the water to save his father but to no avail, the beast had dragged him deep under the crushing waves. She raced in after him, soaked up to her belly in the salt water, she'd grabbed him around the scruff of the neck and with all the muscle she obtained in her small frame she had started to drag him back onto the shore.
When all was said and done, her golden coat was soaked, wet sand stuck to every square inch of her as she slowly made the trip back into the main den area, back to the little abode that she hoped would hold the warm body of her little girl Aerith, she hadn't seen her this morning before the hunt and hoped beyond all hope that the girl had just gone out for a stroll and would be back there waiting for Ever to return with a mouth full of seal meat. She did indeed have a morsel within her jaws but the events of the day had left her haggard, down trodden, like a fallen warrior. She couldn't heal what had happened to Weylin, even if she had been trained to do such a thing, there was no saving their leader. Poor Selene... all Ever could think of was that the young queen would be devistated by the loss of her beloved. Pan too, at the loss of his brother. The rest of the pack, how would they feel when they found out what had happened.
When she reached the den site her mouth slacked more and she dropped the meat outside of her little den, with Aerith growing up so fast she'd have to make a bigger one soon, her tail wagged as she walked the rest of the distance towards the dens opening, her nose sniffing the air for the scent of her little girl but all she found was the old scent, stale and unused. No new smells... her heart seemed to stop dead in it's tracks as she poked her nose into the den and began to ruffle through the bedding she'd laid out the night before incase Aerith was playing a game with her. But nothing. Panic flooded her mind, she raced outside of the den and began to search the surrounding area. Her nose to the ground and tail flat against her legs as she skipped across the landscape in circles. Hunting for the scent of her baby girl. A low moan left her lips as she reached the outter parts of the den area, near where the common area was.
Nothing, not even a tiny trace of the little girl. Tears began to fall from her pumpkin spice eyes, for the first time since she could remember she began to cry. The emotions so great within her, amplified by the days events. She began to howl. Low at first, a mourning sound. Where was Aerith? why had she gone? did someone take her? her howling began to grow with each question, louder and louder, long howls that spread across the landscape calling out her pain. The loss that filled up within her was visible as well as audible. She didn't know what to do with herself. She lay down on the ground, her paws out in front of her, head rolling down her shoulders until it lay softly on her paws. Her eyes closed as she continued to cry. Alone it would seem.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - devil dog - glorall
As the waters settled around the hunting scene Ever is left with her mouth agap. She hadn't expected that at all, the large sea lion had reared it's ugly head and dragged Weylin into the waters, blood sloshed about on the shoreline, her eyes were wide, heart pounding in her chest, her stomic felt like it was being twisted into fist fulls of entrails, bound around and around until there was nothing left to twist. Mortz had darted towards the water, with Ever close on his heals, the young pup and tried to dive into the water to save his father but to no avail, the beast had dragged him deep under the crushing waves. She raced in after him, soaked up to her belly in the salt water, she'd grabbed him around the scruff of the neck and with all the muscle she obtained in her small frame she had started to drag him back onto the shore.
When all was said and done, her golden coat was soaked, wet sand stuck to every square inch of her as she slowly made the trip back into the main den area, back to the little abode that she hoped would hold the warm body of her little girl Aerith, she hadn't seen her this morning before the hunt and hoped beyond all hope that the girl had just gone out for a stroll and would be back there waiting for Ever to return with a mouth full of seal meat. She did indeed have a morsel within her jaws but the events of the day had left her haggard, down trodden, like a fallen warrior. She couldn't heal what had happened to Weylin, even if she had been trained to do such a thing, there was no saving their leader. Poor Selene... all Ever could think of was that the young queen would be devistated by the loss of her beloved. Pan too, at the loss of his brother. The rest of the pack, how would they feel when they found out what had happened.
When she reached the den site her mouth slacked more and she dropped the meat outside of her little den, with Aerith growing up so fast she'd have to make a bigger one soon, her tail wagged as she walked the rest of the distance towards the dens opening, her nose sniffing the air for the scent of her little girl but all she found was the old scent, stale and unused. No new smells... her heart seemed to stop dead in it's tracks as she poked her nose into the den and began to ruffle through the bedding she'd laid out the night before incase Aerith was playing a game with her. But nothing. Panic flooded her mind, she raced outside of the den and began to search the surrounding area. Her nose to the ground and tail flat against her legs as she skipped across the landscape in circles. Hunting for the scent of her baby girl. A low moan left her lips as she reached the outter parts of the den area, near where the common area was.
Nothing, not even a tiny trace of the little girl. Tears began to fall from her pumpkin spice eyes, for the first time since she could remember she began to cry. The emotions so great within her, amplified by the days events. She began to howl. Low at first, a mourning sound. Where was Aerith? why had she gone? did someone take her? her howling began to grow with each question, louder and louder, long howls that spread across the landscape calling out her pain. The loss that filled up within her was visible as well as audible. She didn't know what to do with herself. She lay down on the ground, her paws out in front of her, head rolling down her shoulders until it lay softly on her paws. Her eyes closed as she continued to cry. Alone it would seem.
"talks like this"
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - devil dog - glorall
Replies:
- I could be a shadow - By Vidar May 20, 2013 at 10:56:01 PM
\\ if you let it take a part of your soul - By Everchime May 28, 2013 at 05:31:44 PM
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\\ if you let it take a part of your soul - By Everchime June 7, 2013 at 06:33:58 PM
I could be a shadow - By Vidar June 12, 2013 at 08:22:19 PM
= Finding Neverland = - By Pan June 22, 2013 at 00:11:28 AM
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