Lost Creek Hollow Corpse bride

The deal with dead bodies of your kind is that, unless you have known them personally, they are just a thing to you really. It is a little weird to see that they have a set of lungs, liver, intestines, kidneys, even brains and realize that you look just the same inside, but, unless you are nauseated by the smell or the looks, they do not feel like living, thinking beings. Empty shells. That's all, that's, what Nuna thought and saw and that was, what Indra failed to realize.

Indra's weak attempt to explain stuff was lost to Nunataq. She stared at the she-wolf, as she stumbled through words and gestures, tone laced with hints of desperation and fear, but nothing made sense. What was worse that as a leader she showed inconsistency - one moment angry and aggressive, the other - afraid, making the mute girl unsure and confused. Rather than dealing with this situation in basic terms that she could understand (a simple and calm "Stay here!" would have been enough), her caretaker had given in to panic and was going down the wrong way.

And then came doubts.

A long time ago, on a stormy night Nunataq had happened to wander too far off from Bearclaw valley and ended up spending a night in a dark forest. There, far away from anyone, terrified and unhappy she had realized that she could trust no one in this world, but herself. It had been true then and in a way it was a metaphor for, what was happening now. The same darkness engulfing her, the same helplessness and that single moment, when things became clear. She suddenly saw Indra, for who she truly was. Weak, scared and having no confidence, desperately trying to stay in control and losing that battle.

"Huh..." she said, her silver eyes still scrutinizing Indra's face, and took a step back. The corpse, which was the culprit for their argument, did not matter anymore, because Nunataq had come to a truth that had been there, ever since Lucas had disappeared and everything had gone wrong. She simply had not been able to put it together up until now. Her mute calls for attention and love had fallen on deaf ears and during those weeks, when she had been the most vulnerable, no one had cared. The rock solid trust she had had in her mother-figure had begun to crumble down already then.

And this showdown was that one thing, which destroyed it completely. How could she ask for affection to a person, who was starving for it herself? How could she seek guidance from a person that was already broken inside? You admired your leaders, you did not question their actions, because you saw sense and purpose in them. You did not stand in front of them and feel pity for the miserable state they were in. You did not feel stronger than them.

From this moment onwards Nunataq would not kneel before Indra ever again. Her good opinion once lost was lost forever. She turned away, shook her coat and with one last look over her shoulder disappeared in the darkness of the hollow. She was not exactly happy, but she had freed herself from that weight that had tethered her down to the Earth for a very long time. She had yearned for Heaven and for the first time in her life she truly could spread out her wings and fly.