my shackles are half broken Aug 12, 2020 15:38:06 GMT -6
Post by Persephone on Aug 12, 2020 15:38:06 GMT -6
She hadn't meant to leave.
She hadn't meant for a lot of things.
At first, she had been fine. Mostly, at least -- her mind had created a guard around the delicate parts and tried to shield her. The memories, however, had been too strong and they had come out full force. Persephone could only see and feel him, feel the fear that had ripped through her. Fear like never before, she hadn't felt a single shred of fear since she had been plucked from the Earth by Hyperion and kept safe by Beleth, by Xerxes -- Xerxes, the wolf that had been in her mind each day that she had been gone, but she... she had felt real fear. Despite Xerxes saving her before too much damage could be done, Persephone had felt enough. She fled, fled out of humiliation, fear, stupidity -- whatever it was, it had eaten her up.
Seph had realised very early on in her hiatus from Kairos that she hadn't quite the survival skills needed in order to make it on her own. With the memories flashing through her head and the beat of her heart quaking and squeezing, she had tried and failed many times to be a lone wolf. A lone dog. It just wasn't her, to be alone. Though she had always been petite, her hip bones stuck out -- though perhaps it was a saving grace her thick fur helped to mostly hide it -- from being less of a predator, a hunter, more of a scavenger.
She missed home.
Though scared, she knew it was time. She knew she had to go, she had to make it home, had to make it back to the wolves that had kept her safe and loved, despite her being so different, so lost, despite what had nearly been taken from her. The dog's vibrant gaze looked across the terrain as her nose twitched and one, petite delicate paw hovered in the air as she stared across the way. Nerves wracked her frame, clung to her heart and clawed against her belly as she stared. Who was she, now? She had never been fearful, nervous -- she had been life, sunshine and happiness.
Perhaps she would give herself some time to build up to it. Would they welcome her back or would they consider her a traitor? In the back of her throat she whimpered, ears tucking back against her head as her usually curled tail lay limp. Home was so close, yet so far. Would her mind allow her to go closer?
tags: no one.
notes: babe is nervous