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10-05-2013, 07:14 PM
 Her smile makes you wonder where she's been It's not her desire to be here, standing among flowers that echo the happier, paler version of the weary eyes that take them in. She is old in ways her years don't resonate with, tired despite her youth, and she only wishes to curl up in the meadow and flee time; let it revolve around her while she watches from her frozen standpoint. Lakota had contemplated it multiple times in her life, and she pondered it again today. Would anybody miss her, if she were to disappear? If she were to expatriate herself, would they wonder why, or worry? And....if she were to die? Stop, a voice pleads inside her head, and she shakes herself from the statue-still stance she had adopted as Aodaun hunted and perused the growing berries. His dark eyes were on her, face pained in a way only she could recognize on features so unlike her own. He hated when she thought such things, it felt as if his very soul was ripping itself apart at the idea of losing her. She had such little worth placed upon herself, on her own life. Should she imagine Ao dying...her reaction would be heartbreaking. She couldn't go on without him. Love had never flourished so pure, so deep, in her soul for someone aside from him. I'm sorry, she murmurs to him in reply, feeling his anguish sweep over her like a tidal wave, crushing her in guilt and sorrow. She had been replaced- she, the longest standing member left of the Grey, the one who actually had experience and knowledge- by someone who used to be a close sister, someone who was rather vain and flirtatious. She would never have made a good leader, but she wanted to know, desperately, if she was even considered. Did they even recall her name? Was she even of use? It crushed her on the inside to know just how far she had fallen. Nothing, you are nothing, her mind chanted at her from the depths of her thoughts. She was weak, useless, and unwanted. So why did she stay? Why did she remain with a herd that didn't need nor want her, when Ktulu waited for her outside the borders? She didn't know. Part of her wanted a third option, because her heart ached at the thought of Ktulu, but it also dithered at the thought of returning home. Sighing she continued on her path to nowhere, long dry grasses brushing against her belly and caressing her legs like a saddened lover's touch. And then, a soft growl. Leave. Lakota faltered in her steps at the intensity of the singular word, the depth of the growl that emanated like thunder from his throat. He had grown so much from the newborn cub she'd spend the night with in a cave of ice and snow. Ao? What's wrong? What is it? She moved closer, wanting to know what was enraging him so, only for his growl to strengthen at her movement. Go! His response was sharp, angered, and so strong she took a step back. And then her nostrils flare just that little bit, and a familiar scent tickles in her senses. Ktulu. Hiding...is for cowards, Aodaun. It hurts her to tell him so, because truly all she wants to do is run, too. Didn't want to face a scenario she had no answer to yet. But she did, moving to her companion's side, and faced the silver-accented mare with a weary expression. Time...had ruined her. "Hello Ktulu." A simple greeting, a sad lyric, and she stands there like a battered doll, frozen. It's her turn now, to decide how this meeting goes.  |
