08-30-2022, 03:58 AM
It was only a few moments later, where @Isabella passed away. The nightshade dripping from her mouth, a choking of poison as she used her paws to force the weakened wolf to take it. In her mind it overlapped, envisioning both @Edith and the unknown man (@Daighre) being the figure of this evil temptation. Her exhilarated breathing continued, like a mild attack that was arising as she stared at the still warm-body of the stranger before her, who was injured not by her, but by someone else. Yet there was only a silence that overlapped the forest, and now one without a breath.
It took a few moments to realize what she had done and that rash decision ; a frantic glancing around where no one noticed. Yet.. Pleasantness, a strange pride crept over, like a newfound confidence that soured for a once path that she could never control, but for once there was someone else within that pain and torment, that seemed to always be casted to the child. A warping of history — where her breath faltered and she bathed in the moonlight, lifting her head up, and smiling.
Maybe the High Elk was right about white, those who wore it, would walk on the path of sin.
It took a few moments to realize what she had done and that rash decision ; a frantic glancing around where no one noticed. Yet.. Pleasantness, a strange pride crept over, like a newfound confidence that soured for a once path that she could never control, but for once there was someone else within that pain and torment, that seemed to always be casted to the child. A warping of history — where her breath faltered and she bathed in the moonlight, lifting her head up, and smiling.
Maybe the High Elk was right about white, those who wore it, would walk on the path of sin.
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