OOC: this is for the go wild challenge scent marking. anyone feel free to join. :)
There were heavy thoughts pushing on her brain. When wasn't that never the case? Couldn't she have one peaceful moment? One waking breath without something hanging over her? Was that to much to ask? Brains really needed a shut off mode. Even in her sleep she hardly found rest for the insecurity was right there, more threatning, more alive. In the moment by herself she couldn't help but wonder what if Borden and her had not left the mountain. What if Borden and her weren't? Would her life be easier? Would she have fallen into a suitable role on the mountain following Alexander? Would she be anticipating the birth of his pups? Would that be all she would worry about? Right now it seemed like that would have been the smoother path. She would not be tormented with these decisions, these fears. A bit of guilt held in the balance. She did not want to undo the greatest part of her life. What good was it if she couldn't enjoy it?
A troubled sigh fled from her lips. Though she doubted she should be, she was enforcing the borders of the territory. Where she always marked she remarked with fresh indications this was her home. Claws were indenting upon the already worn bark, and she rubbed her shoulder against it. Slowly bobbing along with her growing belly, she relieved herself near the base of another tree. Her pace was nothing fast, but it was diligent continued along the invisible line. She was trying to look at the clippings of buds growing. There different shades, and patterns. Stomach protested she needed to fill it, but right now she did not want to return to the den. She knew Vlarindara would most likely have something there for her to nibble on. She didn't want it. She didn't want to see anyone. Though she was glad Borden had returned, safe and sound. There was a hopeless stretch in her heart. There were unanswered questions she couldn't surpress.
Finding a small depression of earth filled with dry pine needles, beneath the base of a large cedar she sauntered over to it's invitation to sit. She was begining to feel like a walking zombie, one who needed sleep not corspes to survive. Flicking her lips in quiet sound she sank into it's depth. Though she was sitting her eyes were sharp staring 'round the forest, and her ears did not rest upon her cran. The longer she sat, she could feel the butterfly twitches, very, very small against her girth. She smiled weakly before resting her eyes.
There were heavy thoughts pushing on her brain. When wasn't that never the case? Couldn't she have one peaceful moment? One waking breath without something hanging over her? Was that to much to ask? Brains really needed a shut off mode. Even in her sleep she hardly found rest for the insecurity was right there, more threatning, more alive. In the moment by herself she couldn't help but wonder what if Borden and her had not left the mountain. What if Borden and her weren't? Would her life be easier? Would she have fallen into a suitable role on the mountain following Alexander? Would she be anticipating the birth of his pups? Would that be all she would worry about? Right now it seemed like that would have been the smoother path. She would not be tormented with these decisions, these fears. A bit of guilt held in the balance. She did not want to undo the greatest part of her life. What good was it if she couldn't enjoy it?
A troubled sigh fled from her lips. Though she doubted she should be, she was enforcing the borders of the territory. Where she always marked she remarked with fresh indications this was her home. Claws were indenting upon the already worn bark, and she rubbed her shoulder against it. Slowly bobbing along with her growing belly, she relieved herself near the base of another tree. Her pace was nothing fast, but it was diligent continued along the invisible line. She was trying to look at the clippings of buds growing. There different shades, and patterns. Stomach protested she needed to fill it, but right now she did not want to return to the den. She knew Vlarindara would most likely have something there for her to nibble on. She didn't want it. She didn't want to see anyone. Though she was glad Borden had returned, safe and sound. There was a hopeless stretch in her heart. There were unanswered questions she couldn't surpress.
Finding a small depression of earth filled with dry pine needles, beneath the base of a large cedar she sauntered over to it's invitation to sit. She was begining to feel like a walking zombie, one who needed sleep not corspes to survive. Flicking her lips in quiet sound she sank into it's depth. Though she was sitting her eyes were sharp staring 'round the forest, and her ears did not rest upon her cran. The longer she sat, she could feel the butterfly twitches, very, very small against her girth. She smiled weakly before resting her eyes.
(This post was last modified: Apr 13, 2011, 05:52 AM by Jaysyek.)