Neira felt the soft warmth of Kaiya's fur as it pressed against her face.
'Thank you....' Neira mumbled into her friend's belly fur. 'I'm sorry to bother you when you're going through your own crisis.... It just scares me to think of it.... what if I can't fix things to the way they were....'
Neira felt kind of guilty for being so vague, but she couldn't help from holding it back. I guess it's just in her nature not to devuldge much to others, rather keep it all pent up and leave the suffering to eat at her from the inside.
'I don't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not my friends....'
She began to weep. The light fur in front of her eyes almost seemed to comfort her in a desolate sort of way as the colors just blended together and she told herself there was nothing wrong. She pulled her head out for a breaf lapse in sobbing to see if her vision had gotten any better, but as she blinked her eyes the darkness only clouded in thicker obscuring what vague shapes she'd been able to see before. Dark, motionless and sleeping next to her faded from her sight and Neira cried out, howling her pain and fear to the moon's fading gaze.
Tears flowing from her eyes, she cursed the moon for stealing away what she had held precious. The demons possessing Dark had taken their bane from her for destroying them and now she was left in a dark, twilit world of shadows and churning darkness.
She looked up and could see the moon as clear as it had been just hours before, its beams taunting and jeering at her tear-stained face.
'Why... why did you have to steal from me, your daughter of the night? Have I not been faithful to you and done your bidding to hold the peace? Why do you punish me for saving the life of one I hold dear? WHY?!'
Neira screamed her frustration to the night. To the stars. To her dead mother who waited for her on the face of the moon in the Land of the Dead.
'Thank you....' Neira mumbled into her friend's belly fur. 'I'm sorry to bother you when you're going through your own crisis.... It just scares me to think of it.... what if I can't fix things to the way they were....'
Neira felt kind of guilty for being so vague, but she couldn't help from holding it back. I guess it's just in her nature not to devuldge much to others, rather keep it all pent up and leave the suffering to eat at her from the inside.
'I don't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not my friends....'
She began to weep. The light fur in front of her eyes almost seemed to comfort her in a desolate sort of way as the colors just blended together and she told herself there was nothing wrong. She pulled her head out for a breaf lapse in sobbing to see if her vision had gotten any better, but as she blinked her eyes the darkness only clouded in thicker obscuring what vague shapes she'd been able to see before. Dark, motionless and sleeping next to her faded from her sight and Neira cried out, howling her pain and fear to the moon's fading gaze.
Tears flowing from her eyes, she cursed the moon for stealing away what she had held precious. The demons possessing Dark had taken their bane from her for destroying them and now she was left in a dark, twilit world of shadows and churning darkness.
She looked up and could see the moon as clear as it had been just hours before, its beams taunting and jeering at her tear-stained face.
'Why... why did you have to steal from me, your daughter of the night? Have I not been faithful to you and done your bidding to hold the peace? Why do you punish me for saving the life of one I hold dear? WHY?!'
Neira screamed her frustration to the night. To the stars. To her dead mother who waited for her on the face of the moon in the Land of the Dead.
