Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

No longer would she be smothered in words meant for a child - the child she no longer was. At least, she did not feel like one anymore. The past - it was filled with moments of laughter and of comfort and it had all been torn apart. Whether it was because of her or someone else did not matter; it was broken and she did not have the power to fix it. She wanted to start anew - start it with someone else or alone. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of friends as if she had never truly experienced true loyalty and trust. Her eyes turned glassy - glistening with meaningless tears that she did not dare and shed. It was nice having Damien to blame, even though the problems lay both within her and the brotherhood. It felt empowering - as if it was the last thing to hold onto on a slippery, spotless mountainside.

The wrinkles on the bridge of her muzzle got deeper as he tried and make excuses. It does not matter if you meant it or not. You left either way. She told him in a stern voice - puffing out her speckled and scarred chest. Deep inside she wondered what had happened - what kind of adventure had stolen him from her for all this time, but that feeling was not powerful enough to make her act. Never would she reveal her desires to leave and walk the lonely road to find victory or defeat. Both would bring her pleasure, and staying here - unmoving and unchanging was only making her mind dull.

She bit her lip as he dared to come closer letting out a toneless rumble that was neither caused by displeasure or by anger. It was an act of silent power - silent dominance that she now held. She clamped onto the feeling it gave her while trying to concentrate. She was wondering if he was lying to make this whole event less destructive to his reputation. Frankly, she was not willing to help anyone but herself at this point. No one had cared for her - had helped her raise herself and grow up. Why should I? She asked coldly - gaze forever wandering the grey.