11-12-2020, 08:19 PM
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And during that time, our lovely Stheno found an intriguing Pittian trying to leave... He has been dealt with.
The words from Stryker had been echoing in Moth's head since they had been said at the meeting that had been held by the snake-like lion. When the meeting had ended, the news of their new leader and the news of her son ringing in her ears, Moth hadn't thought about where she was going. At first she had found herself walking in the direction of her old house that she had shared with Selby and her children before the meteor had struck the earth, and upon realization of where she was going, she quickly turned around in the other direction, letting her thoughts lead her once more. This time the mutated jaguar found herself walking back to her first home on Tanglewood territory instead, and for a while she sat there, staring at the wall and the small piles of collected things that had collected dust in her time since living here.
Then she got to work.
There was too much bad news that had come all at once since she had come back. If she had stayed dead, things would have been easier, maybe all of this wouldn't have happened. She was sure Atticus wouldn't have come back to Tanglewood if she hadn't risen from the dead, he'd still be injured, but he'd be safe in his own home in the Pitt. They had seemed to take care of him there, better than she had been able to while she was gone. He'd found a home there, and now he was... no. No she couldn't think of that now.
She gathered ingredients quickly through tears and quickly mixed them, throwing her concoction into a makeshift oven, fire underneath heating up her house and soon the smell of cake filled the air, clouding her senses and making her feel slightly better, made her forget all the bad in the world right now. Without thinking she had burned her paws, taking the cake out to cool without covering them, unphased for the moment, she didn't care. She'd have to look at them later, find some herbs to make the pain go away that was surely going to come.
It cooled off and she hastily made an icing and covered the cake in it. It looked sloppy, the opposite of her work in the past, but it showed how she was feeling, it showed it well. Tears fell from her eyes as she simply stared at the cake, thinking of what she was going to do now that she was all alone. Moth had her brother, of course, but a brother's love didn't compare to that of a significant other or to your children, which she could never get back.
And during that time, our lovely Stheno found an intriguing Pittian trying to leave... He has been dealt with.
The words from Stryker had been echoing in Moth's head since they had been said at the meeting that had been held by the snake-like lion. When the meeting had ended, the news of their new leader and the news of her son ringing in her ears, Moth hadn't thought about where she was going. At first she had found herself walking in the direction of her old house that she had shared with Selby and her children before the meteor had struck the earth, and upon realization of where she was going, she quickly turned around in the other direction, letting her thoughts lead her once more. This time the mutated jaguar found herself walking back to her first home on Tanglewood territory instead, and for a while she sat there, staring at the wall and the small piles of collected things that had collected dust in her time since living here.
Then she got to work.
There was too much bad news that had come all at once since she had come back. If she had stayed dead, things would have been easier, maybe all of this wouldn't have happened. She was sure Atticus wouldn't have come back to Tanglewood if she hadn't risen from the dead, he'd still be injured, but he'd be safe in his own home in the Pitt. They had seemed to take care of him there, better than she had been able to while she was gone. He'd found a home there, and now he was... no. No she couldn't think of that now.
She gathered ingredients quickly through tears and quickly mixed them, throwing her concoction into a makeshift oven, fire underneath heating up her house and soon the smell of cake filled the air, clouding her senses and making her feel slightly better, made her forget all the bad in the world right now. Without thinking she had burned her paws, taking the cake out to cool without covering them, unphased for the moment, she didn't care. She'd have to look at them later, find some herbs to make the pain go away that was surely going to come.
It cooled off and she hastily made an icing and covered the cake in it. It looked sloppy, the opposite of her work in the past, but it showed how she was feeling, it showed it well. Tears fell from her eyes as she simply stared at the cake, thinking of what she was going to do now that she was all alone. Moth had her brother, of course, but a brother's love didn't compare to that of a significant other or to your children, which she could never get back.