Post by Spiritsbane on Dec 3, 2010 13:51:21 GMT -5
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Spiritsbane did nothing, she didn't move slightest bit. Her wings quivered a bit in the soft breeze. Her brother's voice rang through her. And it hurt. For centuries, she had suffered silently, and allowed everyone turn their noses at her. A stranger said it was because of her unappealing aura. Of her glassy dark irises. Because of her faded colourings which gave her an appearance of a ghoul and of her voice, which carries an hollow ancient tone.
All she knew is that Spiritsbane was just being Spiritsbane. She also knew that she wouldn't harm anyone. But the way everyone behave towards her couldn't be helped. She knew she was lucky to be in a pack, even when her own members shunned her.
She began to move again without slightest hint of sound escaping her. Her paws moved weakly against the angry river, her limbs shivered against the overwhelming power. Too often she stumbled and fell into the rumbling water and rose up dripping. She didn't know why she tortured herself to walk upriver. It wasn't like she was seeking something, was it?
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