Had to get one morose post in about all of this stuff. <3
The grey-scaled female was thin. Her thoughts wandered back to her as an unfamiliar sharp pain wound her back to reality. The feel of her ribs being sore against the hard rock beneath her distracted her from what had been causing her lack of appetite. She was truly alone now. Her twin had been gone for months, likely gone for good. Her father had died from.. natural causes from an unfortunate event -- no coming back from that. Her mother had disappeared.. and Zeta doubted strongly that she would return either. Even Maeve had left. One by one the pieces of her whole life turned black and fell away beneath her until she had nothing left. There was no 'Zeta' left; all that she was had disappeared. What were you when you were empty? She probably didn't even need her name anymore, it meant nothing to anyone.
Her thoughts rounded and rounded on these things whenever she sat still, which was more oft than not nowadays. While she had once been a diligent scout searching for her brother, she had slowly cut back on her outings until she hardly even moved from the dens or Falls. Why would she bother? She wasn't going to find anyone out there who would be happy to see her. In fact, the only wolf who had decided to take any interest in putting Zeta to work was @
Eek . And thank god for that woman, or else Zeta would have spiralled further down and much quicker. While the woman was not overly affectionate or warm, any attention was more than the nothingness she felt 100% of the time.
If the old Zeta could see her present self, she would have thought she'd been looking at a stranger. What had happened to the bubbly and outgoing girl who had left Brittle Stone Basin? The optimistic and happy girl who used to brighten others day just from her personality?
She died, with the rest of her family, she answered herself coldly.
Now we can be whatever we want, because I have nothing. Then she scoffed at herself inwardly,
So I suppose this
is what we're going to amount to being: a depressed sloth of skin and bones. Which was more than okay with the Argyris. What goals did she have? What goals
should she have?
The Argyris had struggled with purpose ever since her family had disappeared from her life, and while she had thought she was making good progress by moving her moping body from the den to the Falls, she did not do anything different than lay out and stare at mundane things, like patterns in the rocks or dirt, and or watch ants travel. Her eyes would follow these things, mistaking herself as engaged, but in reality her mind was racing with memories and what-ifs the entire time. When she heard the shuffling of feet, her mind was momentarily pulled from the pain in her side as well as her mental distractions to see Arion coming to the water's edge. She was oddly hidden behind the great stones surrounding the Falls, and was surprised that her mouth opened at the sight of the boy.
"Oh, hi Arion," she started, craning her neck back to a comfortable level so that she wasn't looking at him anymore. She did not have the energy to greet him like she would have before all of this. Luckily for both of them, Zeta knew Arion wasn't a socialite and he would likely remove himself from the conversation soon enough -- if their last encounter spoke at all for how this was going to go. A bit of awkward small talk and a excusal to return them both to their 'previous business'; no need to get up for any of that.