Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2012 0:10:21 GMT -5
The blooms of spring danced with the sunlight and the breeze, creating a spectacle to be witnessed by anyone with eyes. A pair of golden ones shifted uneasily as she gazed across the yellow sands of the beach, the shadows flitting between the rocks and the massive tower of the mountain that she was hiding within. The clouds paced teasingly overhead, beginning to block out the sun. It was merely moments before she heard the crash of thunder and the streaks of lightning, their sister rain following down to the ground. The weather in this place seemed to have a tendency to go from good to bad in a number of seconds, especially during the spring. However, it was these nasty storms that brought the greenery within the forest, which in turn brought game for the pack to eat.
As Spirit's mind turned to the pack, she closed her eyes shamefully. As the Lead Warrior, she was meant to care for the pack's warriors. Feed them, as she had told herself she would do, and then train them to be the best fighters that she could make them. It pained her to know that the pack was so small that she had no real warriors to train. However, she still had the joy of knowing that she could hunt and feed those whom did live within the packlands. As her mind drifted further into the thoughts of her packmates, she felt an awful hollow pain in her heart. She had not been around often enough, and she felt absolutely horrible in doing that to those she would give up her life for, and each blast of thunder only made the point more severe within her heart.
The Tundra fae was hard on herself, more so than she needed to be. She glanced around the cave painfully, realizing this was where she had first wandered when she had come to these lands. This was where she had met Kastiel, the handsome male she had found herself falling in love with more each and every day. Her heart beat soundly for the dust colored male, yet she could not bring herself to terms in order to tell him of this or hardly to even accept it herself. Memories flashed back through her mind over and over again, the growling and snarling, and then telling him part of her story, something she rarely shared with anyone. She had trust issues, and that much was clear. She had given that trust to Kastiel, though, and she knew that he would not hurt her as others had.
When it came down to it, though, Spirit was not so sure that she could keep his trust. After all, she continued to disappear on him, leaving him hanging out on a limb and probably hoping that she would come back. She hated herself for doing that to him and only wished in those moments that she could apologize to the male, grovel at his paws and ask for his forgiveness. She did not ever bring herself to that level without a reason, but she loved Kastiel dearly. She sighed, wishing she could share her ailments with someone else, someone that she trusted in particular. It had to be someone she knew that would not share any of her words with anyone else, but it was hard for her to trust someone like that. Spirit growled to herself. What use was it when she knew she'd keep it bottled to herself?
And the thunder rolled.