Somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Part of me is fighting this but part of me is gone
I can feel my muscles working as I lay in my den, my body becoming dazed as the strangely familiar sensations and pains filled my body. It lasts so long and it's just as the day I had borne Tsukiyomi, and I can hear and smell the rain that falls from the heavens, images and voices and thoughts all flowing swiftly through my mind. My heartbeat thunders wildly in my chest, my mother and father's voices ringing in my mind as I remembered them, low yelps leaving my lips as I wished that they still walked the earth with me, or that I could conversely join the place with them in the sky. A singular child is borne to me as a soundless howl leaves my gaping jaws, my chest heaving to get the proper intake of air, bright aqua eyes glazed over in a tumbling cascade of thoughts and memories and pain, before I move my muzzle to lick clean my newborn daughter, a faint sound catching my attention as I look out of the den, the slight cold chill brought by the rain making me shudder, my ears flick at the arrival of another sound and sadness and wariness fill my eyes as I keep watch, somehow I feel as if I had never been more alone. For a moment I think I see a transparent ghost of my father's muscular b lack and white frame pass the den by, and I huddle close to my daughter as she nurses, keeping a wary watch out.
After a while and my daughter sleeps I go outside to investiage and my beautful coat soon becomes soaked through, and I sneeze as some water runs into my nose to my dismay, bright aqua eyes scanning the area and finding nothing too suspicious, however something in my instincts told me not to return to the inside of the den. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I step forwards at a slow pace to further investigate the area, my ears flat to my skull to prevent the rain from damaging them, and that's when my senses started to really start screaming at me, telling me to protect my daughter at all costs, and I began a more frenzied search of the area as the rain slowly slowed until it was merely a drizzle, and nearly collpased at the mouth of my den in exhaustion. My daughter squeaks and whimpers from inside the den, but I am so weighed down and tired from my searching and the rain that I cannot muster enough strength or wikllpower with which to move. Moments tick by and I lift myself to my paws and shake off as myuch of the water as I can, my fur still slick and melded together by wet. I need to find a way to make myself drier, because the sky is lifting of clouds and bringing forth rays of sunlight, and yet here I linger at the mouth of my den.
My daughter has already surved her first rain storm without even knowing it, being to young to fear the torrentiual rains and the floods and danger it may bring. “Rhyme shall be your name...” I whisper to myself as my mind quiets to only a few thoughts, my hopes flickering that she will do my mother and father proud because I have indeed failed to. I find the strength to return and nuzzle her as she nurses once more, my thoughts turning back to the occasional splatters of rain that fell. I somehow feel like it wasn't rain but a deluge of tears, a downpour of uncontainable sadness. Were my mother and father crying, and all of my brothers and sisters, but who were they crying for?
There're secrets in this life that I can't hide
My heart's a battleground
the mirage priestess of diveen
They taped over your mouth and scribbled out the truth with their lies
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