Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 8:49:56 GMT -5
Bare feet tapped gently on the tile floor. Memories traveled through the nerves that felt it, seeping from the dingy floor and making their way slowly to the brain and heart. Birth. Her son, Jerome's twins, all of them were here before. Now, although one was gone she felt as if the rest were as well. They all had moved on, leaving her as an old woman with battle scars and no true place anymore.
Isabeya sat down heavily on the stairs. Those same stairs, the same spot, sharing an apple with her lost Alpha... memories flooded the widow. Each foot was meticulously tucked up until she was folded in three, back resting against the cold steel and glass wall that served as a railing to keep the humans that once inhabited the mall from falling. Right now, the iciness of the railing kept her from tumbling back, in more ways than one.
A shaking sigh rattled her weary bones. Wine eyes hid, face buried in the crevice between her knees. The woman hugged herself, wishing for the comfort of strong arms long since deceased. She missed him toying with her hair, now long and ragged from years of abuse. It covered her shoulders and hid her face now, loose and wild. Hiding behind her long hair, she felt no more vulnerable than if she were a wolf. It was safe enough in this empty quarter of the Mall to...
The woman bit into her pant leg and forced herself to hold in any weakening tears. Like rivers, they would erode at her strength and slowly take away her defenses. She would sit still, teeth clenched on jean, and ride out the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her like a pack of rabid coyotes. What was her purpose for coming here? Why did she come back if she knew it was going to happen?
Isabeya, you have hidden much too long.
Isabeya sat down heavily on the stairs. Those same stairs, the same spot, sharing an apple with her lost Alpha... memories flooded the widow. Each foot was meticulously tucked up until she was folded in three, back resting against the cold steel and glass wall that served as a railing to keep the humans that once inhabited the mall from falling. Right now, the iciness of the railing kept her from tumbling back, in more ways than one.
A shaking sigh rattled her weary bones. Wine eyes hid, face buried in the crevice between her knees. The woman hugged herself, wishing for the comfort of strong arms long since deceased. She missed him toying with her hair, now long and ragged from years of abuse. It covered her shoulders and hid her face now, loose and wild. Hiding behind her long hair, she felt no more vulnerable than if she were a wolf. It was safe enough in this empty quarter of the Mall to...
The woman bit into her pant leg and forced herself to hold in any weakening tears. Like rivers, they would erode at her strength and slowly take away her defenses. She would sit still, teeth clenched on jean, and ride out the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her like a pack of rabid coyotes. What was her purpose for coming here? Why did she come back if she knew it was going to happen?
Isabeya, you have hidden much too long.