09-30-2022, 01:19 AM
[glow=#212330,4,1000]If I had a heart I could love you...[/glow]
Wrathmange hummed in acknowledgement of the others' words and gave her an understanding nod. She, too, had often ventured out on a peaceful evening to collect her thoughts and take pleasure in simply feeling and breathing without duty or responsibility weighing upon her mind. How long ago that all seemed now. But no matter; after tonight, things would be looking up for the wolf. This vigil would give her the closure she desired and usher in a vision for tomorrow which was as of late much clouded by her grief. And now, she had someone to share her experience with, if they would hear it.
[glow=white,2,100]"Glad to hear the night is still going, for you,"[/glow] she replied after a minute, watching the firelight flicker across the okapi's figure. She could think of scarcely anything else to say for another while, but when the wind rushed once more across the plain and rustled the leaves above, she lifted her head and let out a slow, lilting, mournful howl; a song to be carried on the sudden gust. Finally, she spoke once more. [glow=white,2,100]"She is-- was... The One has received her back unto Their maw, now. My most closest companion, my most cherished friend."[/glow] Mange was struggling for words, grasping desperately at fractions of ideas to piece together into coherent thoughts on the matter of her partner's life. There was the fog, again, mist clinging to all but the most untouched recesses of her mind. Why was it so hard to speak? if Wrathmange was anything, she was articulate; tonight, though, she found herself unable to form proper sentences let alone give the kind of eulogy she felt that her partner deserved. The One has forsaken me... A hitch in her breath... No. They-- there is a reason. There has to be. [glow=white,2,100]"There has to be..."[/glow] she whispered, not realizing the words came out at all.
[glow=white,2,100]"Glad to hear the night is still going, for you,"[/glow] she replied after a minute, watching the firelight flicker across the okapi's figure. She could think of scarcely anything else to say for another while, but when the wind rushed once more across the plain and rustled the leaves above, she lifted her head and let out a slow, lilting, mournful howl; a song to be carried on the sudden gust. Finally, she spoke once more. [glow=white,2,100]"She is-- was... The One has received her back unto Their maw, now. My most closest companion, my most cherished friend."[/glow] Mange was struggling for words, grasping desperately at fractions of ideas to piece together into coherent thoughts on the matter of her partner's life. There was the fog, again, mist clinging to all but the most untouched recesses of her mind. Why was it so hard to speak? if Wrathmange was anything, she was articulate; tonight, though, she found herself unable to form proper sentences let alone give the kind of eulogy she felt that her partner deserved. The One has forsaken me... A hitch in her breath... No. They-- there is a reason. There has to be. [glow=white,2,100]"There has to be..."[/glow] she whispered, not realizing the words came out at all.
[glow=white,2,100]"idle chatter"[/glow] | Tag | The Vigil - Phase 2
[glow=#212330,4,1000]More, give me more, give me more.[/glow]