Northstar Vale COURT⋆FALL

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a shuddered exhale, a shift of numbing paws; otherwise a motionless phanthom. listless eyes resting unseeingly upon the dawning skies above as minor demons hiss restlessly from the confines of her being. she is so far from whole and it pains her so, inner conflict seeming to have finally tugged her mind to the point of tearing it at the seams. she is..spiralling, falling further and further into this tightening hell. she wishes to scream, cry- fall upon the earth and yell but not a sound reaches her jaws before its energy is diminished by the obstables it must face to roam from command to action. 

yet then, another-

fallen ears rise slowly, swivelling to catch each note of andraste's song. the group was no longer just that, courtfall was here. is she slightly regretful? does that make her cruel, evil? yet perhaps no, she wishes no intentional ill will on these wolves for despite owning her loyalty they are yet to earn her trust or care and so it is okay for guilty, wistful thoughts as long as she does not intend on acting on them..right? she simply could not help but think that if...the pack had not been successful in its formation she would've been free to...

the demons waste no oppurtunity to jeer, she'd be free to wander aimlessly till death? since that's all she'd seemed capable of doing before being saved. but..softly she attempts to fight back, she'd find maegi..or rosencrantz and...and....

more calls, each filled with such unveiled emotion and hope that her eyes sting. and with a wisftul breath, the soldier lifts her pale muzzle to the endless expanse above and lets it finally flow strong from her jaws; noise, expression. and as it rises and twists with the voices of her newfound packmates, something seems to lift slowly from her chest and perhaps...the fragile little flame of hope dares to flicker treacherously within her chest that courtfall truly would be enough to save her.