01-29-2021, 05:19 PM
A storm was approaching during the night. The sky heralding rain and then it broke open and the rain came pouring down. It work the woman from her slumber but only for a moment, ears turning slightly to listen to the tapping against the window. For a moment she wondered if Arrow was awake and if she even slept before slowly she succumbed back to the depths of slumber. The woman didn't awaken till the morning, stretching and arching her form before she allowed a loud yawn to pull free from her muzzle. Shaking herself for a short moment she looked around for Arrow to greet her this morning all things considered. The other had been kind and generous to her and she wished to repay her back. She had thought of going to bring back a kill for her, something that showed respect in her tribe but she also realized that the woman did not eat. She was in her afterlife now. So maybe she would think of something else. ''She's going to go and start her duties, Arrow. Please if she needs something just let this one know.'' She called over her shoulder as she headed to the door.
Opening it her paw bumped against something and her crystalline blue eyes locked on the sheathe. She had seen it somewhere before and she narrowed her eyes in thought before she realized that it belonged to Ares. She had negotiated to get the sheathe since she did not get to have the sword. But what was it doing here? Her eyes looked it over before she moved it gently, thinking to take it into the house and return it when she noticed the paper. Something felt very off about this, all of it. Something felt wrong and she swallowed thickly, tension crackling in the air. It all felt so wrong and she breathed out slowly as she took a hold of the letter and opened it up. The words that were etched on the paper were clumsy and quickly written in a haste. Her eyes slowly read over the note but again and again she read over the words because they simply could not be true. Her breathing was quicker, faster, pain expression pulling across her features. ''No..no..no...nononono!'' She began in a heated mumble before it turned into a cry of panic, of fear and anger. The flames that undulated against her neck flared to life. Chaotic and violent the fire turned blue and white, arching and shifting like solar flares along her body and spreading down her back.
She launched herself from the porch then and sprinted toward the house. Don't cry. Don't cry. This had to be just a funny joke, just something to keep her on her paws. She burst through the still ruined door. ''ARES!'' But there was no answer, just a heavy silence that greeted her. She moved into the home and desperately looked around, moving everything out of her path and when she did not see an ounce of her daughter anywhere she bolted from the house and looked around wildly, blue eyes glossed over like a mirror. This was their fault, they had done this to her daughter, they didn't treat her like she was one of their own. They didn't try to help her but chain her down, lock her up. A strangled cry left her throat, turning into broken cracked sobs, as she realized how late she was, that she must have left during the night. When she could not have stopped her because she was sleep.
But the worst part of it was that she did not know where she had gone. She was just gone. The lioness felt the pain in her heart because of the unknown. How would she find her. The rain had washed away the scent and now...her daughter was just gone. What a mother she was. She couldn't protect her after all.
Opening it her paw bumped against something and her crystalline blue eyes locked on the sheathe. She had seen it somewhere before and she narrowed her eyes in thought before she realized that it belonged to Ares. She had negotiated to get the sheathe since she did not get to have the sword. But what was it doing here? Her eyes looked it over before she moved it gently, thinking to take it into the house and return it when she noticed the paper. Something felt very off about this, all of it. Something felt wrong and she swallowed thickly, tension crackling in the air. It all felt so wrong and she breathed out slowly as she took a hold of the letter and opened it up. The words that were etched on the paper were clumsy and quickly written in a haste. Her eyes slowly read over the note but again and again she read over the words because they simply could not be true. Her breathing was quicker, faster, pain expression pulling across her features. ''No..no..no...nononono!'' She began in a heated mumble before it turned into a cry of panic, of fear and anger. The flames that undulated against her neck flared to life. Chaotic and violent the fire turned blue and white, arching and shifting like solar flares along her body and spreading down her back.
She launched herself from the porch then and sprinted toward the house. Don't cry. Don't cry. This had to be just a funny joke, just something to keep her on her paws. She burst through the still ruined door. ''ARES!'' But there was no answer, just a heavy silence that greeted her. She moved into the home and desperately looked around, moving everything out of her path and when she did not see an ounce of her daughter anywhere she bolted from the house and looked around wildly, blue eyes glossed over like a mirror. This was their fault, they had done this to her daughter, they didn't treat her like she was one of their own. They didn't try to help her but chain her down, lock her up. A strangled cry left her throat, turning into broken cracked sobs, as she realized how late she was, that she must have left during the night. When she could not have stopped her because she was sleep.
But the worst part of it was that she did not know where she had gone. She was just gone. The lioness felt the pain in her heart because of the unknown. How would she find her. The rain had washed away the scent and now...her daughter was just gone. What a mother she was. She couldn't protect her after all.