It was dead here in the land of death. Perhaps a funny thought for some but a rather sober, somber thing for the white wolf. For since her return to Malignant- nothing had been the same. Not the dark wolf, Devil, one of the first to have greeted her upon her very first arrival to Malignant. Not Queens who hardly seemed to be around, though it wasn't anything new in itself- it was just more of an absence than before. And then Niko. Her Niko- who is hers no more. He had left and finally never come back. The girl of white but golden upon her forehead- Kohaku was her name, had left as well. Llorana's clever mind had drawn the only conclusion possible- the dark prince of Malignant Felicity had finally made his choice and she was the furthest thing from it.

There had been a reason Llorana had never allowed any other to become apart of her life, a reason why she had never let anyone close. And yet Nikandros had done just that. They had become friends- and at one point maybe even more than friends. But those were memories long since past- memories that would die with time and never be something real again. It was not like her now to dwell on such things, but she alabaster wolf simply could not help herself. Niko had left a scar deep within her chest that occasionally throbbed and itched. And she just couldn't reach it. There were times that she wanted to tear into her own chest and just rip the fucking thing right out. That thing that hearted within her breast that had been mangled so.

But it did not show on her face. No. Her expression was one entirely blank as she made her rounds of the borders. She did not know if she had gained her rank upon her return to the pack, but regardless of that she would take up her place. There was hardly a soul around- maybe a total of five wolves could be scented currently, but it didn't matter. So long as no intruder showed up upon her borders, or no other wolf interrupted her patrol, she would be content. She would be fine. She would not crack and she would not break. Everything would calm down and life would become what it was before him- what it was before love ever even existed for her.
Llorana
Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes