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Posted on September 8, 2013 at 05:26:12 PM by Enigma
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I know it's time to pick myself back up and get on with life. I know it but it's still hard to do. I loved Cobryn with every fiber in my being. I choke up every time I use the past tense with him. It's still so hard to believe that he's really gone this time. Every time I look at Viora or Tristan, I see his face and it haunts me in my dreams. I've barely been sleeping, barely eating. I do what it takes to survive, what it takes for my children to survive and that's it. I always make sure they're never hungry. I hunt as many times as it takes to bring them food home. I would never have someone think me a bad mother. It's my first time having a litter that actually survived and that means something to me. I won't have them go hungry, ever. I'm just not much for company right now. And yet more challenges. Rhoedias went away to answer the challenge and she hasn't come back so now I'm waiting for the call, the call that will surely come. When it does, I slowly get to my paws and shake off the dust from my den. I need to get back to living. Maybe this is the push I need. I lope toward the clearing, following the foreign scent of who must be the new alpha. He smells like Rhoedias so that would be my guess. I finally make out the white figure with the strange purple eyes. I guess it's not much different than having one green eye and one blue. I dip my head to him just beofre seeing the flash of white and gray jumping for his paw. No! I gasp and reach out, grabbing at Viora's scruff before she can land. I'll then put her by my paws and block her with my front leg so she doesn't try it again. I look down at her with a scolding glare but in the back of my eyes, there's something there that wasn't there before, a bit of life, a bit of humor. My lively daughter, so like me when I was younger and reckless, before I found discipline and the need to survive. I look around for Tristan, sure that he's not far from his sister and sure enough he comes sulkily over and sits by my other leg, the dutiful son, so like his father. My eyes darken for a moment as his face haunts me once more but I shake the thought away and turn back to Tesseract. "I apologize for my daughter. I am Enigma and this is Viora and Tristan." |
Replies:
- but listen to me - By Alana September 8, 2013 at 08:37:57 PM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T September 10, 2013 at 11:57:17 AM
Angel in the Dark - By ZETERI September 10, 2013 at 08:47:43 PM
Watch Me Come Undone - By Enigma September 13, 2013 at 00:09:46 AM
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