This entire trip had been hard on War. She had stayed away from others for the most part, kept to herself and even strayed from Nyra. Not because she didn't want to be with her, but because this entire new pack, its language and ways of being was so far from her being that it was hard for her to imagine she had any worth here. Nyra needed this, this strange pack. Nyra needed healing, both in body and in spirit, War however needed war.
She longed for it, she longed to be on the battlefield and play the part of a savage being, to tear and rip into flesh and let the blood spill. She was constantly longing for it. So much that she had begun to see the battlefield, live and in front of her every other day, and it made her isolate herself even more. She would shake her head when Nyra asked her what was wrong. Now was not the time to explain, was it? Not when Nyra needed her support.
War had wandered off from the pack, yet again. She stepped into ice cold water of the river and stood still for so long her paws went numb from the cold. She hated this home, she hated to travel and being unable to guard and protect, she hated the language they spoke and she didn't understand a word of it. War didn't have the mental capacity to learn entire new languages either, so everything felt like a struggle, even when she attempted to remember words.
War had rarely been this frustrated without being able to do something about it. She used to have a sense of purpose, a goal in front of her. Now she had nothing but Nyra to look out for, and while that did feel good, it was not enough to fill out her life. She began daydreaming of the days of war and combat, forgetting she was standing in ice cold water.
She longed for it, she longed to be on the battlefield and play the part of a savage being, to tear and rip into flesh and let the blood spill. She was constantly longing for it. So much that she had begun to see the battlefield, live and in front of her every other day, and it made her isolate herself even more. She would shake her head when Nyra asked her what was wrong. Now was not the time to explain, was it? Not when Nyra needed her support.
War had wandered off from the pack, yet again. She stepped into ice cold water of the river and stood still for so long her paws went numb from the cold. She hated this home, she hated to travel and being unable to guard and protect, she hated the language they spoke and she didn't understand a word of it. War didn't have the mental capacity to learn entire new languages either, so everything felt like a struggle, even when she attempted to remember words.
War had rarely been this frustrated without being able to do something about it. She used to have a sense of purpose, a goal in front of her. Now she had nothing but Nyra to look out for, and while that did feel good, it was not enough to fill out her life. She began daydreaming of the days of war and combat, forgetting she was standing in ice cold water.
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Life didn't use to be this complicated - by War - December 30, 2021, 01:45 PM
RE: Life didn't use to be this complicated - by RIP Fury - December 31, 2021, 09:40 AM
RE: Life didn't use to be this complicated - by War - December 31, 2021, 10:00 AM
RE: Life didn't use to be this complicated - by RIP Fury - January 02, 2022, 02:55 PM