08-05-2022, 06:44 PM
[glow=#212330,4,1000]If I had a heart I could love you...[/glow]
Grief washed over her as she howled until her howls softened to small whimpers. By this time, an unfamiliar face had shown up. Hazarding a glance over, her dark, hollow gaze scanned briefly over the large, fluffy form of a male dog. Or... At least it looked like a dog. Still, whatever he was did not bother Mange, nor did his presence to begin with. She welcomed it, even in her low state; he was friendly enough, thus far, perhaps that's what she needed.
[glow=white,2,100]"H-hello..."[/glow] she began, but her throat was still constricted and her mouth parched so her voice hitched for a moment. [glow=white,2,100]"I-- uh. I... Do not know. No, no it's--"[/glow] Wrathmange sighed and shifted, idly scooting the memento closer by her paws as she considered her words. Though she usually wasn't someone to wallow in their misery, her mind was still stuck. How much was acceptable to explain to strangers? The Great Feast may be tasted by all, so long as they be willing to provide to it. No one comes willingly until they are informed... Even now, Mange's thoughts defaulted back to her teachings. The One watches all with their six-eyed gaze, even when paths branch off or shift away from the preordained. [glow=white,2,100]"I am just... Having a bad day. You know how it is. We follow our paths with confidence and enthusiasm, but sometimes those paths fall out from under us."[/glow] A sigh. After peering at the newcomer for a few seconds longer, she diverted her gaze to the memento at her feet and gave a long, pained whine. Just looking at it made her hurt, it was the kind of pain that even a masochist wouldn't desire to endure any more than necessary. The vigil would help, once the necessary items were gathered. Yes.
Now she had a goal, if only short-term. This tree would be her starting point, the symbol of her strength to proceed into the unknown future. This is where the last ceremony of her old life would commence, and with the coming of the new dawn, that time would forever be gone - but never forgotten. Mange smiled faintly to herself, wondering. Having a plan always made her feel good, or at least a little better, and she allowed herself to wonder what her future would hold in store for her. Here was another beast, a creature similar to herself in form and in blood. He was her welcoming committee. Would more show up? Perhaps. But this being would be forever rooted in history as the first to be met on her new adventure through life. How exhilarating!
[glow=white,2,100]"H-hello..."[/glow] she began, but her throat was still constricted and her mouth parched so her voice hitched for a moment. [glow=white,2,100]"I-- uh. I... Do not know. No, no it's--"[/glow] Wrathmange sighed and shifted, idly scooting the memento closer by her paws as she considered her words. Though she usually wasn't someone to wallow in their misery, her mind was still stuck. How much was acceptable to explain to strangers? The Great Feast may be tasted by all, so long as they be willing to provide to it. No one comes willingly until they are informed... Even now, Mange's thoughts defaulted back to her teachings. The One watches all with their six-eyed gaze, even when paths branch off or shift away from the preordained. [glow=white,2,100]"I am just... Having a bad day. You know how it is. We follow our paths with confidence and enthusiasm, but sometimes those paths fall out from under us."[/glow] A sigh. After peering at the newcomer for a few seconds longer, she diverted her gaze to the memento at her feet and gave a long, pained whine. Just looking at it made her hurt, it was the kind of pain that even a masochist wouldn't desire to endure any more than necessary. The vigil would help, once the necessary items were gathered. Yes.
Now she had a goal, if only short-term. This tree would be her starting point, the symbol of her strength to proceed into the unknown future. This is where the last ceremony of her old life would commence, and with the coming of the new dawn, that time would forever be gone - but never forgotten. Mange smiled faintly to herself, wondering. Having a plan always made her feel good, or at least a little better, and she allowed herself to wonder what her future would hold in store for her. Here was another beast, a creature similar to herself in form and in blood. He was her welcoming committee. Would more show up? Perhaps. But this being would be forever rooted in history as the first to be met on her new adventure through life. How exhilarating!
[glow=white,2,100]"idle chatter"[/glow] | Tags | So it begins
[glow=#212330,4,1000]More, give me more, give me more.[/glow]