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The hatred in her eyes makes my heart shrivel in pain. I want to hold her, comfort her as mom would want but something tells me I'm not getting within ten feet of her, not in this condition unless I want a face lift. With every snap of her teeth, I see flash backs of what just happened only an hour or so ago. I see hte snap of teeth as the wolf and mom went at each other, throat for throat, teeth for teeth. For every taste of blood mom got, she got three. It was obvious from the start that mom was out matched. I blame it on age. The wolf was scarred from her battles, a tale itself of the experience she must have and mom was always more of a talker. True, she could hold her on but that was years ago. Age has been catching up with her and she wasn't in her peak anymore, not like the other wolf. Viora's younger muscle helped, I'm sure, but it still wasn't enough. I think mom was already too weak and had lost too much blood. I try to think through everything logically. It's the only way I can think around the pain of what has happened. But Viora...she can only act out on her pain. It's all she's ever known. Violence while I seek peace. I don't know what she sees when she looks at me but I don't think she's really seeing me. She can't when she talks about scars right? As it is, the only scars I'll probably ever have is the ones she just gave me on my muzzle. The blood slowly trickles down to my mouth and I taste my own blood, the hot copper hitting my tongue like acid. I hate the taste already. But she's not done. She comes at me again and that's when I slap her. I never would have done it if I had seen any other way. I wanted to talk her out of it but talking wasn't working on her. She was too crazed, too out of it so I was hoping it would knock her back into her own head, make her see me for who I truly am. The moment my paw hits her face, I step back instinctively, wanting to dodge her retaliation. My tail tucks and my ears fold back flat to my head, my head lowering instantly in shame and regret. My eyes show only sadness, so deep rooted that I might cry. Tears sting the back of my eyes as I look upon my sister. You would think once she's paused that she might apologize or look at me in shock of what she has done but no, instead I get her snarling lips and raised hackles like she's going to attack yet again. The moment the words leave her mouth, my heart breaks and I know that I have lost my sister. The only family I have left and I don't even have her. A pleading whimper falls from my lips and I take a step toard her, not caring if she lashes out this time, not caring if she takes my face off, if only I can touch her, hug her and make her see that we're all we have left now. But she turns on her heels before I can reach her and her name dies on my lips in a helpless cry as she races away from me. I know she's going to Glorall and I wonder now how I'll ever be able to return if she never wants to see me again. That's the message I got from her eyes before she turned. She absolutely loathes me now. She'll be coming for revenge too, though I don't know if that's mostly for me or the wolf who ended mom's life. Still I cry her name, hoping somehow that she'll hear it anyway as I collapse to the ground and cry for the loss of my family. "Viora..." Tristan.male.4 years old.son of Enigma & |