Post by Oriana on Sept 9, 2013 20:35:01 GMT -5
She listened and swallowed the lump of anguish that formed as he talked. Angry just seconds before, she now felt tired. Drained. Her eyes had changed and took on a darker shade and she turned gaze from him to the pool. They say that you don't know what you have till you lose it. For almost nine years she clung to a thread of hope that he was alive. Strike appeared when it was cut and she began healing. Only his return wasn't a gift but a stab, one too deep to mend. It wasn't the attack, being involved with Strike carried its risks. It was the void. Void of memories of them, void of promise to return medallion to her one day, void of any hint she mattered.
Perhaps she spent too much time with pups and Jerome. Despite her devotion to human kind, her principles and protective nature of humanity - she had at times urges that better suited a wolf. Oriana was better snarling, better fighting then opening up. Irony was that only person she completely opened up to was the very one that abandoned and discarded her.
Slowly she sat down and watched the surface.
"Do you remember when we met?" she began and chuckled to herself taking a pebble and examining it, feeling it between fingers. "I was an obedient little soldier sent to inspect the city and most of all - you" Splash was heard as she threw the pebble into the water. "What I found were humans scattered, disorganized and living in fear." She paused for a while watching the small waves.
"I was never meant to be a leader, I wasn't made for it and yet it was what was needed. You may find this hard to believe but I do understand... "
Oriana directed a less then welcoming look to the guards, glimpse of anger and determination in them as if to warn the to keep distance.
She wanted to say more but ...she didn't want to at same time. Pride wouldn't allow her to reveal more, to admit how angry and abandoned she felt and worse - how she wasn't even a signficant memory while Strike was in her every thought.
Perhaps she spent too much time with pups and Jerome. Despite her devotion to human kind, her principles and protective nature of humanity - she had at times urges that better suited a wolf. Oriana was better snarling, better fighting then opening up. Irony was that only person she completely opened up to was the very one that abandoned and discarded her.
Slowly she sat down and watched the surface.
"Do you remember when we met?" she began and chuckled to herself taking a pebble and examining it, feeling it between fingers. "I was an obedient little soldier sent to inspect the city and most of all - you" Splash was heard as she threw the pebble into the water. "What I found were humans scattered, disorganized and living in fear." She paused for a while watching the small waves.
"I was never meant to be a leader, I wasn't made for it and yet it was what was needed. You may find this hard to believe but I do understand... "
Oriana directed a less then welcoming look to the guards, glimpse of anger and determination in them as if to warn the to keep distance.
She wanted to say more but ...she didn't want to at same time. Pride wouldn't allow her to reveal more, to admit how angry and abandoned she felt and worse - how she wasn't even a signficant memory while Strike was in her every thought.