A life Forgotten

[kid16]

Slowly a young femme, carring a small pup in her mug gently lay it upon warm ground and quickly ran back for the other, before setting it next to her bod as she looked about. she looked to her poor pups and sighed softly, wishign she could of provided the life that she thought she could ... but it wouldnt be. She and be a concubine and just breed with a brute and was left ... why did she have to be that way ... why ... she rubbed her mug gently upon theres, as she loked about hoping for a slow meal, for she had not eaten in weeks .. and it showed upon her peltage. It had been amazing that she could still provide a little milk for her pups, when she only had tiny mice for a meal. She whimpered and lay down, now getting tired from the long journey from where she had given birth to her young pups, whom she was letting down ... how long would she be able to survive ... how long will her pups live ... she didnt know ... all she knew was that she need to find something to eat and feed heself and her pups.

[Hyde™]

Slowly the elder trudged around the realm. His skull was held at a low altitude, clearly showing his mood. Morose, satunine, dour, melancholey, trite, somber, mirthless, dejected, drear, grieving, depressed, dismal, joyless, phlegmatic, halcyon, placid, fatigued, enervated, jaded, weary. Anything that would describe his sadness and state of calm and tiredness. With all the things that had been happening between he and Dargon has taken everything out of this once self centered and militant ways. Now he was nothing. Just wandering from realm to realm, not even for any reason. Maybe just for a reason to not go back to the Shale Mountain Ridge to and empty home to be alone to face all the momories that are there alone. He just wanted compainionship right now. And he had no one to give that to him. All because of Dargon's blindness to refuse to ask what really happened.

The massive brute shook his skull, trying to leave behind every thought or memory that he may still hold for her. As he shook his head lids fell over his aureate pigminted opticals and once they re-opened he spotted the thin femmora with a litter of youth. All ingressing movements halted on the spot. Not wanting to venture any closer toward another femmora, let alone one who had pups.

[kid16]

She lay there, optics closed, breaths coming fast as she was slightly sick. She whimpered as she felt one of her poor pups sharp teeth dig into her already broken skin. She watched them, then lay her skull back, now weakening a bit more, unable to fend for herself much longer. Hearing another nearby, she lifted her skull and looked back, optics widening as she watched silently, before slowly, and painfully standing and let out a somewhat weakened growl escape her mug. What else could she do ... she couldnt really protect her pups, or herself, so without another sign of aggresion she lowered her bod in front of her pups and waited silently.