08-07-2022, 05:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-07-2022, 07:08 PM by Célnes. Edited 2 times in total.)
Her expression was dark. Dry, tears unable to fall and only but a heavy-heart to follow. To lose Nikitas, and soon later her own son ; who was young and yet to be graced by the High Elk. He wasn't sinned with white, and he had yet to even grow to even sin in the first place, but the grace of destiny touched him so — and he died. Alone.
The Queen called the pack, "Our waters are poison," she announced, standing on-top of the Queen's Steps, "my son, Seaver, passed away from drinking it," and she paused, choking lightly. Celnes hadn't experienced true heartbreak since her brother had died, but with his memories fading that long feeling of sadness had disappeared.
It was true, she didn't love her second brood as much as she should. But they were from her womb, her actions and a bond that couldn't be erased no matter how she tried, how much she avoided them, for their looks were the sins she had caused. A mistake in time, and the whites that represented so ; an imperfection to the life she sought, despite it being clear of an infamous streak hanging around the temperate.
As a pumpkin look as upon them, some looked nauseous, "some of you seem already ill. Make way to the medic, @Cynefrid and the herbal storage. It might be best at this time to look at anyone who is interested in being a medic, to learn and help during this pandemic." The deer-woman of the Deorwine name was quiet and tended to herself within prayers and her herbs. Yet the only one at the moment to count on, and Celnes urged anyone else to come forth if they desired those lessons.
"Avoid drinking any in the streams. Aim for the mountains, or east. The forests are now empty, the neighbors are gone."
The Queen called the pack, "Our waters are poison," she announced, standing on-top of the Queen's Steps, "my son, Seaver, passed away from drinking it," and she paused, choking lightly. Celnes hadn't experienced true heartbreak since her brother had died, but with his memories fading that long feeling of sadness had disappeared.
It was true, she didn't love her second brood as much as she should. But they were from her womb, her actions and a bond that couldn't be erased no matter how she tried, how much she avoided them, for their looks were the sins she had caused. A mistake in time, and the whites that represented so ; an imperfection to the life she sought, despite it being clear of an infamous streak hanging around the temperate.
As a pumpkin look as upon them, some looked nauseous, "some of you seem already ill. Make way to the medic, @Cynefrid and the herbal storage. It might be best at this time to look at anyone who is interested in being a medic, to learn and help during this pandemic." The deer-woman of the Deorwine name was quiet and tended to herself within prayers and her herbs. Yet the only one at the moment to count on, and Celnes urged anyone else to come forth if they desired those lessons.
"Avoid drinking any in the streams. Aim for the mountains, or east. The forests are now empty, the neighbors are gone."
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