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Posted on September 30, 2017 at 00:37:30 AM by ECLIPSE
the descent to hell is easy
navarro x stella , eleven , three progeny
She had been too weak to move since the birthing of her three progeny. Blame was set upon her firstborn, Saros, and she had cursed his name since the moment he was born. He was why she had lost so much blood, why her body was torn apart from the inside, why she had been a victim of weakness for so long. But now she was strong enough to walk, though perhaps not run, and she was intent on beginning her requirements for becoming Aster’s Sacred Shield or whatever the hell they called it. It seemed that most packs liked to use specialized names for their ranks these days but when she was young she remembered the simplicity of it all - the simple life had not lasted for long. Still, there was something interesting about the titles.
Gossiping and being the social butterfly was not her forte but if she was only required to do so this one time then she would get it over with. She was usually at her best when something was in it for her anyway. She sneaks from the birthing den that was near to Aster’s at the onset of dusk and leaves her sleeping children behind. Her joints pop and crackle with the extended movement for the first time in a while and her head feels light at the exertion, as if she had stood up too quickly. It passes slowly as she meanders aimlessly around the area. Aster’s den was not too far from here and she could smell the odor of other pack members nearby but none were visible at the moment.
She dares not howl while she is still so close to the den in fear that she will wake her mischievous children into following her. Instead she continues to walk at a restricted pace in hopes of just stumbling upon someone who will converse with her. She is certainly not herself, to say the least.
Gossiping and being the social butterfly was not her forte but if she was only required to do so this one time then she would get it over with. She was usually at her best when something was in it for her anyway. She sneaks from the birthing den that was near to Aster’s at the onset of dusk and leaves her sleeping children behind. Her joints pop and crackle with the extended movement for the first time in a while and her head feels light at the exertion, as if she had stood up too quickly. It passes slowly as she meanders aimlessly around the area. Aster’s den was not too far from here and she could smell the odor of other pack members nearby but none were visible at the moment.
She dares not howl while she is still so close to the den in fear that she will wake her mischievous children into following her. Instead she continues to walk at a restricted pace in hopes of just stumbling upon someone who will converse with her. She is certainly not herself, to say the least.
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- and you're never coming round - By Saros September 30, 2017 at 01:03:10 AM
warmth of the sun - By corona September 30, 2017 at 10:38:39 PM
slow and steady - By mirabella October 15, 2017 at 00:27:48 AM
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