September 21, 2018, 07:22 PM
it was beginning to become quite plain that lucas was not returning.
indra hated to see the aftermath of his disappearance: laurel's panicking, xan's worry -- all of it morphing from frenzied panic to something darker. deeper.
hopelessness.
indra was well acquainted with the black veil of hopelessness; in some ways she had been raised by despair, bludgeoned into a mold of bitterness - yet to see the black effect it had on bearclaw's children was untenable. as desperate as she was to find lucas, she was just as desperate to ease their pains; be it in the form of a unique pelt, enduring play, or a new hunt.
today she prowled wapun, appearing absent-minded -- but she was looking for something specific as she rifled along the tussock-studded vale. occasionally she would pause and scratch at the earth, or cast a sidelong glance back to the vale -- yet continued her search in steadfast silence, her mind elsewhere.
indra hated to see the aftermath of his disappearance: laurel's panicking, xan's worry -- all of it morphing from frenzied panic to something darker. deeper.
hopelessness.
indra was well acquainted with the black veil of hopelessness; in some ways she had been raised by despair, bludgeoned into a mold of bitterness - yet to see the black effect it had on bearclaw's children was untenable. as desperate as she was to find lucas, she was just as desperate to ease their pains; be it in the form of a unique pelt, enduring play, or a new hunt.
today she prowled wapun, appearing absent-minded -- but she was looking for something specific as she rifled along the tussock-studded vale. occasionally she would pause and scratch at the earth, or cast a sidelong glance back to the vale -- yet continued her search in steadfast silence, her mind elsewhere.