Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 21:54:04 GMT -5
every day we're getting closer
the sun is getting dim
will we pay for who we’ve been?
The boisterous voice of a jungle bird screeched overhead, its vivid red feathers standing out against the dark green tones of the overgrowth. Athena stared up at it, orange eyes a subdued shade, glazed and unseeing. The trees were all around, obscuring the view, with no sign of the horizon for miles. She heard nothing, senses clouded be the horror churning in her, making her sick to her stomach. The day was still new, the morning air carrying a lingering chill as the sun slowly climbed toward its zenith. It may as well have been night, as far as Athena was concerned. She had spent the dark hours alone, lost in her scattered thoughts and her growing anxiety.
She felt different. Inside and outside, different. She could not put it into words. Athena, normally so distant and reasonable, had become a victim of her own biology. How could she be so foolish, giving in to the innate urges that she should have ignored? It was not her first heat, she had escaped mother nature before. Why was it different this time, now that she had a home, a pack, and so much to lose? The hormones had made her irrational, and the little pleasure she had found with the male stranger in the throes of a tempest brought with it consequences she had not intended. The breath hitched in her throat along with the rising bile from her unsettled gut. She was suffocating.
Reality was a harsh mistress, leaving the silvery femme with a sickness as she considered the truth of her situation. Much to her chagrin, she was certain she was pregnant now – and by a wolf whose name she had already forgotten, who she certainly had no interest in meeting again. The memory made her queasy, and the shame was now unavoidable, unless she eliminated the problem. She had watched it happen before: eat a certain toxic flower or strong root to become violently ill, and the problem would be gone. To do so could be deadly for Athena. Too much could kill her, and there would be no one around that had any knowledge about plants to save her. A part of her, a selfish piece of her heart, wanted to carry on. If she carried the litter, it would be something that belonged only to her. Maybe she could do it, in spite of never having a maternal role model as a young pup.
But it was wrong, all wrong. What business did a wolf like Athena have trying to raise pups? She would be a terrible mother, and besides, she would not know what to do, how to care for them or how to raise them. She was utterly clueless.
What if he came back? If he was smart, he would never return to Valyn’s lands. The thought of the brute, the father of the pups she carried, made her angry. He had not even asked for her name. In hindsight, the encounter was nothing short of baffling and unfortunate, but the lack of concern between the two had suited her just fine that night, the first night of a long winter. Shamed, she sat by herself near the border, considering the few options available to her. The fae had hoped her divergent deeds would not be discovered, but the disaster had only just begun to unfold for Athena.
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