Post by Birdheart on Mar 13, 2017 14:00:52 GMT -6
Greif, birdheart realized, is a powerful thing powerful enough to make the whole world grey and sad, no matter what. She always belived greif was something that you could feel when someone died, that wasn't true. Grief is felt when one is no longer in the presence of another. And she was without the presence of her mate of her son and her other children chose not to be in her presence.
So she came here every sunset hopeing, praying, crying for her child or her beloved Thunderfox to return to her. She waited on that hill every day surrounded in a sea or dandelions wating for a sign or something to keep her from dying of heartbreak.
Today was no different the white and black small she cat waited the sun was almost fully set at this point. her big ears were drooping constantly these days her amber eyes were dull and bleak framed with dark circles. it was starting to rain she however refused to leave. Despite the cold march weathers drops burning flat dark circles on her pelt.
Despite the fact the sunset soon would be covered up by grey clouds she waited and watched. She waited.
So she came here every sunset hopeing, praying, crying for her child or her beloved Thunderfox to return to her. She waited on that hill every day surrounded in a sea or dandelions wating for a sign or something to keep her from dying of heartbreak.
Today was no different the white and black small she cat waited the sun was almost fully set at this point. her big ears were drooping constantly these days her amber eyes were dull and bleak framed with dark circles. it was starting to rain she however refused to leave. Despite the cold march weathers drops burning flat dark circles on her pelt.
Despite the fact the sunset soon would be covered up by grey clouds she waited and watched. She waited.
