A dreamer's beguile
Mar 1, 2015 0:27:04 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Mar 1, 2015 0:27:04 GMT -5
Hesitantly, she picked a paw up to press against the slick surface of the pond in front of her. When it didn’t give way she pushed more of her weight against the extended leg. It refused to crack under her weight. The rusted girl lifted her other foreleg to do the same. Extending herself just slightly with every second she attempted to stand fully on the pond. The girl shifted her back legs to bring them closer as her heart hammered in her ribcage. When she shuffled forward the snow at her feet bunched up, curling over her back paws. There was a second where Moirai refused to breathe, holding the stale breath inside.
As her first back paw pressed fully into the ice she could exhale.
It held her thus far, increasingly drawing her full weight across the plane of ice. When it held she dragged her lingering foot to the clear surface with a broad smile. The daunting ice was conquered despite her fear.
Moirai’s confidence constantly wavered between being self assured while alternatively awakening with nightmares that Lyall soothed her from. They were always the same. That brutal attack, the subsequent death; Blaire would occasionally kill her. Most of the time the injuries were the same, drawn toothmarks across her scalp that their scars. Occasionally Hexus wasn’t there in time to save her, most of the time he did.
The temperature turned the scars a bit pinker, but the rust of her coat allowed them to blend in just enough. She was embarrassed of the scarring for the simple reason that it had caused her biggest panic attack, instituting several until she managed control. Control was near impossible to find, however. It brought her out of dreams clutched like she might die. Moirai had begun to pull away from the majority of the pack despite Lyall and Mayella’s attempts. They never relented, but she thought they deserved much more in a friend.
Carefully venturing farther out onto the ice, Moirai decidedly conquered her lingering apprehension step after step. It brought her confidence to see that she could make this journey despite the curdling feeling in her stomach. Maybe she was making progress after all.
// Closed for Peregrine