Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

@Atshen ♥

The speckled beauty was confused. Everything was changing, shifting, and she simply couldn't keep up. She hated Damien and yet loved him for what he was - she hated her brother and yet had lied for him to protect his position and the respect he was given. She had promised not to care anymore, but that was a lot harder than it first seemed. It angered her, not being able to let go, and yet she clung to the same hopes as before. Those petty dreams and emotions were keeping her afloat, safe in the clutches of the grey where nothing was fine. Not even pain released her of her worries, her thoughts about everyone that had hurt her, and she couldn't stop anymore. It was driving her mad - the itching, the yearning for a comforting touch of a beloved. She was holding her last breath and knew it damned well.

She missed the winter - the time before this all - and wanted nothing more than to go back. She could've stopped Damien from leaving. She could've told her mother just exactly what was going wrong. But time had stitched her lips together, afraid to spill and end up even more dead than she already was. They would judge her - blame her for her own problems, and she did not need that. She just needed a whisper - a voice telling her that everything was going to be fine. That she was safe here and had nothing to worry about. In the end, they were all doomed to die.

Wandering over the blood-stained borders, Nyx was looking roughed up and tired. Her silky soft fur was messed up slightly due to her having rubbed her shoulder wound on a nearby tree. She had not taken Sheo's advice - had not attempted putting the stinging plants in it like he had suggested moons ago. She would, one day, but without proper herbs just yet it was too risky. Besides, it was healing up nicely - even if it had been a rather deep wound from a rock in the tunnels down below. It would not scar, not much, and for that Astrid was thankful. She did not want to lie once more.