I Just Want Someone To Love Me
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The Stormsoul Pack
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Post by Iris on Jan 11, 2014 4:58:19 GMT -3
She wasn't about to be allowed to do anything she wished too. Iris was kept under close watch, whether by order or by the suspicion of the pack. The she-wolf didn't try to mingle, instead she retreated to the back of a den where it was cold and slightly damp from snow that had drifted in, but it was... quiet. Dark. No one staring at her here, no ridicule she had to face.
All of which Iris deserved and she knew it.
It had only been a few days, but already she could feel it. Isolation, Dila was never too far away for long and she got a few visitors, but pregnant and weak as she was, Iris wasn't able to hunt and Gabe never asked. So instead, at night, Iris would poke her head out and pad around, just at the entrance of her little den for some fresh air.
It was then that she'd seen them.
The only reason she had grabbed them was because she knew that it had been so little time since.... Gabe's pack had arrived that not all of the threats could have been eliminated, and the berries she recognized as poison had to be taken out of pup reach. However, instead of disposing of them as she should, Iris brought them back to her den.
She lay down and imagined it, just as she had before on the way here. Without Dila, laying down in the cold of the gorge and putting her head on her paws, simply waiting for it to end. Now Iris did just that, lay down with her head on her paws, and those berries, the poison berries, just in front of her.
Unblinking, staring at the berries in contemplation. Focused on nothing and wary for exhaustion and loneliness.
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Post by Sable on Jan 11, 2014 21:55:51 GMT -3
The Pack was on edge, with Iris in the camp. But, for the most part, they seemed to be keeping their objections to themselves, stoutly ignoring the pregnant she-wolf. Sable did too, more than normal. She just didn't know what to say to her, didn't know what to do around her. On the one paw, Iris had plotted and carried out Bobby's death... but on the other she was still her daughter. And that stood for something... right?
Sitting across the camp, Taler at her side, the old female eyed the den Iris was holed up in. She had to go see her, to talk to her... but she couldn't think of just what to say, or do, and the flicker of anger was still burning deep inside, the flame reminding her that Iris was the reason Bobby was dead, the reason behind the split of the Pack, and the reason that now, the other half was probably now led by an insane, power-hungry brute. Who, she knew, was capable of doing anything to satisfy his urge for power. Linden had been the plotter... Iris the means. She'd been used, and yet, Sable still could not help but blame her, because it could have all been solved if she'd talked to them, instead of turning to Linden, of all wolves.
The little deer nibbled one of her ears, pulling on it playfully, and she let him, tipping her head to one side as he tugged. His was the innocence of youth, and it was this youthful innocence that caused him to trust the wolves around him, possibly ignoring a deeper instinct that told him to be afraid, because none of them had hurt him and he was even nursed by Libby. If not for Sable and Libby, he would have died. The fawn ceased in his tugging at her ear, his wide brown eyes staring across the camp. Sable followed his gaze, in time to see Iris's tail disappear back into her den. She frowned. She had to do something.
Rising, she nudged Taler back to Libby, ignoring his protesting calls. Then she started across, her paw steps slow and hesitant. What could she say? Would Iris even want to see her? Before she knew it, she was at the entrance, and she pulled in a deep breath, bolstering her courage, and lowered her head to look inside. Her eyes met Iris's, and then flicked down to the floor, where a few small berries lay. Her fur bristled. She knew what those were, and her jaw dropped as she realized what Iris must be planning.
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