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You Promised You'd Be Here With Me, But You're Not. And It's Because of Me. - Jayberry - Aug 11 2019
Jayberry paced.
And paced.
And paced.
Her paws ached, and her muscles throbbed. But the repetitive motion was soothing, and so she paced
and paced
and paced.
Everything was falling apart, and she was so confused. And when she was confused, she was angry, and so she had left the tunnel to keep from losing her temper on Goj-Agony or Nettle, her teeth aching and her blood racing. She couldn't hunt, either, didn't want to reward the feeling with blood, so she paced
and paced
and paced.
Mother was to be trialed, to have her 'crimes' revealed before all those of the Caves. To be put to death if they so wished it. She... she was able to go, and feared it a trap, feared she would be attacked if she stepped paw near the trial. But she wanted to, desperately. It was her Mother, the one who had raised her, and she loved her dearly, wanted to see her off if there was nothing she could do else-wise.
Were they crimes? Yes, she knew they were. Everyone was the hero of their own story, but she knew the caves viewed her to be a monster. She and Mother, nothing more than beasts to be put down. But killing Mother, was nothing more than another murder, wasn't it? And Jayberry was not one for thinking, was a wolf for action, so she paced
and paced
and paced.
@Azrael
RE: You Promised You'd Be Here With Me, But You're Not. And It's Because of Me. - Azrael - Aug 14 2019
From where he was hiding in the shadows, the creature heard something. Footsteps, perhaps? He lowered the half-eaten carcass of the cave rat from his bloodied muzzle and sniffed the air. No good, he could only smell blood. He swiftly tried to lick away as much of it as he could, rubbing at his fur with one of his claws, before trying to scent the air again. This time, he could pick something up. Someone was nearby.
Not a rat, didn't smell like one, so he assumed, then, that it wasn't something he could eat. That was fine, he had a perfectly good meal here. The rats outside of the bone room were much fatter and nutritious. He didn't find his hunger so desperate anymore. Instead, the curiosity and need to explore, the desire to know things, that was what was taking over now. So, curious as always, he stood and stepped out of the shadows, still clutching the beheaded carcass of the rat in one of his claws.
He came upon the source of the scent soon enough. Another brute, black-furred with horns, just a different color then his. And it walked on four legs, too, but it looked different then other wolves. Different from Adelaide, at least. He snorted and stepped out of the darkness, curiously tilting his head as he approached.