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Description

Finally the war was over, Riverfell remained for a several days to chase down the remaining drones. However not all shared the same relief for finally being under found safety after the queens death.

In Relation to:

Mature Content

Prior: Fathers Daughter - Next: TBA

Theme:
Stand in the Rain - Superchick

She never slows down.
She doesn't know why
But she knows that when she's all alone,
Feels like its all coming down
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear,
The tears will not stop raining down

Song that inspired the art piece:

Creature - Half-Alive
Look inside my heart and find a perilous ravine
Carved within the beauty, the darkness in between
Standing in the balance of complete and incomplete
I identify the echo of what is and what will be

In the middle of the night, the large tri-coloured wolfess crept away to find solace in the darkness that beckoned for her. The moonlight washed over her pelt, casting it in a pale silvery hue as she wormed her way through foliage. Branches snagged at her fur, pulling and tearing large chunks though Fiadh did not react. Soon her body crashed into the grass, as she rolled so that the dull light washed over her.
Once she was certain that she was alone, the first choking sob escaped her maw. Snout twisted, eyes stinging as a thin layer of film built up along her eyes causing her to blink rapidly in hopes of sending the oncoming wave of tears away. But she was unable to, as tears began to roll down her face as the reality of the news before the final battle hit her once again.
Her eyes felt hollow, no emotion dared show its face as she lay with her face towards the crescent moon. Creases graced her cheeks, echoing the lack of sleep that the Guardian was unable to obtain. Unable to sleep, her thoughts haunted her as did her heart.

For the first time in her life, she couldn't stop the aching pain that was burning and consuming her from the inside.
Her father was dead.
She had met him only to say goodbye, one that was lasting. There was no tomorrow, or future with him in it.

With his passing, came the unresolved crashing of the path of fury that she led through her family, her pack. The undeserved anger she directed at her mother, the raven who flew from her flock in hopes of safety and a life elsewhere.

But she ignored it. Instead listening to the whispers of the venomous snake, Jedrek, who used her naivety and trauma molded mind into something he could use for his own gain.
There was no escaping it. The damage she had caused not only to her mother, but herself.
The world felt as though it was closing in on her, the shadow of the bushes leaves surrounding her felt suffocating. The darkness clawed at her fur, paws covering her chest as though the moon called for its prize, as if using her paws to deflect its light would cease the agonizing pain that lit a fury within her chest.

The aching burn in her chest felt only to grow as she tried to calm her breaths, but nothing seemed to work. Her forepaws pressed into her chest began to shake, quivering as she felt her body begin to react to the reality of her damage.
Her body felt locked, as the convulsions of a panic attack washed over her as her silent choking sobs were unheard by even the flapping of nocturnal birds above. Feeling trapped in her own fractured mind, knowing that she could not escape her actions nor what had happened because of her aiding such a snake.
If she had not helped Jedrek, would her dead packmates be alive?
Some nights she felt their eyes on her, lurking from the shadows. Their voices felt twisted in her dreams, broken and scratchy calling for her.
Fiadh was a creature, born of darkness and beauty and one that was falling into the very pits of darkness that called a song only she could hear.
She was unholy.

Word Count: 562

Description

Finally the war was over, Riverfell remained for a several days to chase down the remaining drones. However not all shared the same relief for finally being under found safety after the queens death.

In Relation to:

Mature Content

Prior: Fathers Daughter - Next: TBA

Theme:
Stand in the Rain - Superchick

She never slows down.
She doesn't know why
But she knows that when she's all alone,
Feels like its all coming down
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear,
The tears will not stop raining down

Song that inspired the art piece:

Creature - Half-Alive
Look inside my heart and find a perilous ravine
Carved within the beauty, the darkness in between
Standing in the balance of complete and incomplete
I identify the echo of what is and what will be

In the middle of the night, the large tri-coloured wolfess crept away to find solace in the darkness that beckoned for her. The moonlight washed over her pelt, casting it in a pale silvery hue as she wormed her way through foliage. Branches snagged at her fur, pulling and tearing large chunks though Fiadh did not react. Soon her body crashed into the grass, as she rolled so that the dull light washed over her.
Once she was certain that she was alone, the first choking sob escaped her maw. Snout twisted, eyes stinging as a thin layer of film built up along her eyes causing her to blink rapidly in hopes of sending the oncoming wave of tears away. But she was unable to, as tears began to roll down her face as the reality of the news before the final battle hit her once again.
Her eyes felt hollow, no emotion dared show its face as she lay with her face towards the crescent moon. Creases graced her cheeks, echoing the lack of sleep that the Guardian was unable to obtain. Unable to sleep, her thoughts haunted her as did her heart.

For the first time in her life, she couldn't stop the aching pain that was burning and consuming her from the inside.
Her father was dead.
She had met him only to say goodbye, one that was lasting. There was no tomorrow, or future with him in it.

With his passing, came the unresolved crashing of the path of fury that she led through her family, her pack. The undeserved anger she directed at her mother, the raven who flew from her flock in hopes of safety and a life elsewhere.

But she ignored it. Instead listening to the whispers of the venomous snake, Jedrek, who used her naivety and trauma molded mind into something he could use for his own gain.
There was no escaping it. The damage she had caused not only to her mother, but herself.
The world felt as though it was closing in on her, the shadow of the bushes leaves surrounding her felt suffocating. The darkness clawed at her fur, paws covering her chest as though the moon called for its prize, as if using her paws to deflect its light would cease the agonizing pain that lit a fury within her chest.

The aching burn in her chest felt only to grow as she tried to calm her breaths, but nothing seemed to work. Her forepaws pressed into her chest began to shake, quivering as she felt her body begin to react to the reality of her damage.
Her body felt locked, as the convulsions of a panic attack washed over her as her silent choking sobs were unheard by even the flapping of nocturnal birds above. Feeling trapped in her own fractured mind, knowing that she could not escape her actions nor what had happened because of her aiding such a snake.
If she had not helped Jedrek, would her dead packmates be alive?
Some nights she felt their eyes on her, lurking from the shadows. Their voices felt twisted in her dreams, broken and scratchy calling for her.
Fiadh was a creature, born of darkness and beauty and one that was falling into the very pits of darkness that called a song only she could hear.
She was unholy.

Word Count: 562