They'll Throw You To The Wolves


She knew not of what she was to do with her life, only fate could tell, but for the time being the little ocean sprite only wished to be dead and reunited with her beloved sister. Her body rocked with sadness to the point that it felt like she was going to hurl. Her sorrow literally made her body rock and every breath and cry out was agony - Filled with heart break. Her body felt as if it was being torn apart . . .

Through her sadness and crying, after what seemed like it would never end, did a voice break through the cries. ”Excuse me, miss. Are you alright?” She hadn't even heard him in his attempt to keep from spooking her, though she didn't even seem alarmed. She sniffled, her cranium turned to the side for her ocean eyes to see him. A man of darkness. She didn't even care if he was some deranged lunatic who wanted to kill her just for the hell of it. Though - With the concern in his voice it did not seem that way.

"The ocean . . . It ate my sister . . ." She spoke between crying gasps of air. She looked back to the water, it had felt to her as if she had cried enough to make a new ocean itself. "Oceans ate Alaska . . ." She whispered. She was growing weary, tired. Though the numb feeling was starting to set in. She was losing feelings emotionally - Maybe even physically as the oceans cold waters touched her paws. She barley even noticed it though, she was so used to it from the harsh cold of her old home.

She began to calm herself, mustering the strength to stand even though she wished she could just slip into an eternal slumber. She knew she could never take her own life though, she didn't have the courage. That's when it hit her, tears still rolling down her face but slightly calmer. Arctic pools looked to his own orbs as she rose to her full height. "I wish to avenge my sister. I need to make up for not only my own life, but for hers who was lost." She spoke softly, and then her voice cut out as she began to weep again. She only wished for comfort . . . She looked to him, a mess. "Can you by chance . . . Help make me feel better?" She asked softly, a sniffle following her question. She gave a soft smile - But it was a beautiful one. "I know you don't know me . . . But I'd give for anything to feel okay again . . ."





At The Slightest Hint Of Weakness
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