Perhaps the madness had finally seeped through the cracks of broken fingers. Perhaps it is best to give in rather than fight. Perhaps she just doesn't have any more fucks to give.
Epithet emerges from the shadows as a silver lioness stalking the meadow. Each heavy paw flashes thick sharp think claws. a pink tongue flicks between stained teeth as she pants under the spring sun, hot and hazy as the morning dew burns away. Slit blue eyes flicker over the horses that roam before her. Ignorant stallions and their pregnant mare. She scoffs a bit before thinking of Gunvor, her youngest and by far most independent. Leola, her most gentle, was grow and gone and Epithet enjoys the pass of seasons with an empty womb. Epi thinks for a moment of where her little black and turquoise daughter could be. Perhaps united with her father Gunsynd? Epi feels the crank of cogs as she slowly lets the reality set in.
The woman would have been unable to stop the girl child from her destiny,
But now...now is her time. Akhil is gone. Gunsynd is gone. The children are gone. What does she have left? The feline woman grins slowly to herself as she moves under the glint of sun with a coat that rivals the sun himself.
Epithet emerges from the shadows as a silver lioness stalking the meadow. Each heavy paw flashes thick sharp think claws. a pink tongue flicks between stained teeth as she pants under the spring sun, hot and hazy as the morning dew burns away. Slit blue eyes flicker over the horses that roam before her. Ignorant stallions and their pregnant mare. She scoffs a bit before thinking of Gunvor, her youngest and by far most independent. Leola, her most gentle, was grow and gone and Epithet enjoys the pass of seasons with an empty womb. Epi thinks for a moment of where her little black and turquoise daughter could be. Perhaps united with her father Gunsynd? Epi feels the crank of cogs as she slowly lets the reality set in.
The woman would have been unable to stop the girl child from her destiny,
But now...now is her time. Akhil is gone. Gunsynd is gone. The children are gone. What does she have left? The feline woman grins slowly to herself as she moves under the glint of sun with a coat that rivals the sun himself.
Epithet