"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

There was little to be heard of from Stella’s tongue about the details of the confrontation with her half-brother. It was painfully difficult for her to admit defeat and yet her injuries had caught up to her as the adrenaline wore down - her energy was spent and she could no longer hold her own by the time that the storm had passed. It took every cell in her damnable body to keep from lashing out at him one final time as she conceded, her muscles trembling as she fought to keep herself standing, head hung low and lungs panting heavily.

Every inch of her body cried for relief; her muscles sore and tired, her side aching from the fracture in one of her ribs, the limp of her front right paw. All else was a dulled burning sensation from superficial wounds; each pump of her heart sent these signals to her brain, signifying what she already knew quite well. Perhaps it was on this day following the quarrel that she had encountered an epiphany, something that she did not believe would ever occur within her twisted mind. And so she traipses - rather unevenly - in her journey from Diveen towards her temporary residence on the outskirts of the crags. It is a trek that should have only taken a day at most and yet her injuries have hindered her greatly, causing her to finally arrive upon her den site nearly into the next morning. Her paw steps are silent as she moves carefully over the dark rocks, the sound of her nails scratching against the surface breaking the quiet of the early dawn every so often.

It was not ideal that she intends to speak with Kane nearly at her own doorstep, but she absolutely would not reveal such things when others were likely to be present. Especially since she is aware that so many shadow her relative on a daily basis - she would not risk someone overhearing.

She keeps herself a reasonable distance away from her actual burrow and lifts her muzzle to the sky to call him to her. It is a vague calling and yet he should be aware that it is she who seeks him out once again. Her howl settles in her vocal chords and she slowly returns her head to its natural position, the stretching motion of such a move causing the dull pain in her upper neck to increase to a throbbing. She is not in horrible condition, but she has certainly been better. It should not be long before she is well again and capable of carrying on in her devious ways; perhaps with a far better view if fate has its way with her. There is no place to go but upward.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska