Post by Ragra on Feb 3, 2020 21:18:42 GMT -6
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Everything had changed, in such a short period of time.
Not only had Gin, Ferus, and Nefarian completely disappeared from the lands of Tiayr- and Ragra had most definitely only shed tears over two of those siblings- but even her mother and father had been largely absent recently, leading to long periods of time where Ragra was left completely to her own devices, always in potential danger should a particularly large seizure happen to occur. She'd also discovered that the condition she had lived with ever since she was a pup was not, in fact, just a childhood illness, and that she would struggle with it all her life unless she found ways to cope with its more debilitating effects. For quite some time after learning such a fact, the young female had been violently angry, lashing out at anyone who bothered to offer her sympathy or care in such a turbulent time in her life. How could they come to her and try to reassure her that everything would be alright, when the condition she'd thought would completely disappear when her childhood was over was in fact a potentially life-long disability?
How could they come to her with their false declarations of hope, when all of her dreams of being a strong and capable pack member had been crushed to dust?
Not only that, but the name of the pack had managed to change as well, from Eden to Ilanux- a name which still felt strange on her tongue, whenever she tried to speak of it- with Shekinah claiming lands that still had yet to entirely feel like home to Ragra. The lack of control over her own life that the young Ilanux member felt now was enough to make her increasingly bitter on the best of days, and self-isolating on the worst. Everything in her life was changing, and everyone she had ever known was leaving, and her goals in her life had been forever changed due to this new and frightening diagnosis. Had she felt confident enough to leave Tiayr behind her and strike out on her own, she would have- but where would she possibly go? She knew nothing outside of Ilanux lands, and epilepsy aside her lack of hunting and combat skills meant that she would be utterly unable to fend for herself for very long. Either way, she felt utterly and completely trapped in her current situation, and nothing she seemed to do made any sort of difference.
That was how she found herself now, standing on the seaside cliffs as the wind tussled her fur, looking out over the ocean and wondering if there was possibly somewhere better out there beyond the waves. Somewhere where she might be able to start anew. Or perhaps it wasn't worth it. Perhaps she would always be a crippled, defenseless burden, and it would be better for everyone if she simply threw herself into the sea now and spared everyone the trouble of having to constantly coddle her for the rest of her life. Blinking back tears of anguish from her vision, Ragra continued to stare out over the ocean, wondering where she could possibly go from here and what she could possibly do to make her life seem less hopeless in that moment.
words: 547
tagged: Tiberius
muse: Good
comments: Presidental alert the girls are depressed
Everything had changed, in such a short period of time.
Not only had Gin, Ferus, and Nefarian completely disappeared from the lands of Tiayr- and Ragra had most definitely only shed tears over two of those siblings- but even her mother and father had been largely absent recently, leading to long periods of time where Ragra was left completely to her own devices, always in potential danger should a particularly large seizure happen to occur. She'd also discovered that the condition she had lived with ever since she was a pup was not, in fact, just a childhood illness, and that she would struggle with it all her life unless she found ways to cope with its more debilitating effects. For quite some time after learning such a fact, the young female had been violently angry, lashing out at anyone who bothered to offer her sympathy or care in such a turbulent time in her life. How could they come to her and try to reassure her that everything would be alright, when the condition she'd thought would completely disappear when her childhood was over was in fact a potentially life-long disability?
How could they come to her with their false declarations of hope, when all of her dreams of being a strong and capable pack member had been crushed to dust?
Not only that, but the name of the pack had managed to change as well, from Eden to Ilanux- a name which still felt strange on her tongue, whenever she tried to speak of it- with Shekinah claiming lands that still had yet to entirely feel like home to Ragra. The lack of control over her own life that the young Ilanux member felt now was enough to make her increasingly bitter on the best of days, and self-isolating on the worst. Everything in her life was changing, and everyone she had ever known was leaving, and her goals in her life had been forever changed due to this new and frightening diagnosis. Had she felt confident enough to leave Tiayr behind her and strike out on her own, she would have- but where would she possibly go? She knew nothing outside of Ilanux lands, and epilepsy aside her lack of hunting and combat skills meant that she would be utterly unable to fend for herself for very long. Either way, she felt utterly and completely trapped in her current situation, and nothing she seemed to do made any sort of difference.
That was how she found herself now, standing on the seaside cliffs as the wind tussled her fur, looking out over the ocean and wondering if there was possibly somewhere better out there beyond the waves. Somewhere where she might be able to start anew. Or perhaps it wasn't worth it. Perhaps she would always be a crippled, defenseless burden, and it would be better for everyone if she simply threw herself into the sea now and spared everyone the trouble of having to constantly coddle her for the rest of her life. Blinking back tears of anguish from her vision, Ragra continued to stare out over the ocean, wondering where she could possibly go from here and what she could possibly do to make her life seem less hopeless in that moment.
words: 547
tagged: Tiberius
muse: Good
comments: Presidental alert the girls are depressed
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