Post by sharpy on Jan 10, 2012 21:55:56 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/sil2.png] [scrolly:h(144),w(470),sy] Pads drag ever so slowly across the pebbles below, black tipped lobes creased back, white dipped ribbon hung low. Why was I so saddened? Why was I so upset? Those question I could not answer. It had been many moons since the Rustque had taken me in, and still it was not the home I kept hidden in my heart. Perhaps I needed time, and so it would seem that time was something I did not have, but indeed I must make it. For, how can I face my alphess in a state such as this? My dear leader has never seen me in this type of mood, it may sway her thoughts on my stability. After all I am her second in command. Swiftly the current of the stream swept onward, and so did my pistons. Solemnly I continued along the swaying trail of the liquid, following every twist and turn. It had been years since the day of the badgers, and still I couldn't force the feelings of regret away. Yes, I had forgiven myself, but to what extent I did not know. With a long sigh my scull raised up above my shoulder blades, my grey pools observing the scenery. My radars flopped around as I listened and watched. Like a hawk, my vision showed clearly. Trees rose from the ground all around me, vegetation swaying from the suttle wind until it finally began to waste away near the bank of the gushing water. My hearing that of a deers brought many sounds, the rustling of leaves above, and the continuous squawking of birds. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but hey - why let a perfectly good sniffer go to waste. Almost cat like, my ribbon swapped around, my haunches gathering up as I came to a hault, slowly I lowered myself into a sitting position. My lips parted to release a quick yawn before I stretched my neck forward and breathed in the atmosphere. So many familiar scents, but yet nothing new. Shuddering my shoulders I shook my neck, my thin stranded fur flexing around. What had set off this emotional time bomb within? The question formed within my bored mind. Maybe an upcoming event, or a shared glance with a friend? Ha - that was impossible, for I had no close relations with anyone, and as for the events, all that lingers ahead is war... My cranium convulsed from left to right as I physically tried to shake the thought of battle from my mind. My shoulders slumped forward as the image of blood splattered against lush green grass. A shiver ran down my spine as I held in a growl from the useless blood spill. I despised fighting, hated it in fact. But of course that does not mean I wouldn't shed someones pelt. My loyalties lay with my troop and with my queen, I would follow what ever she decides, what ever she decrees. And if she may be in danger, I would be there to protect her. My claws sunk into the tiny rocks beneath my body, my orbs clamping shut as my body began to shudder. The images of the crimson liquid scared my mind, but it wasn't from an enemy, it was from my own veins... ________________________ head trip drama, 549 with your head so in the clouds, tagged create, create, create, song create self destruction, first silvah post evah |
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