The Laconic

The birds carried the word that spring was coming, but as the ground was hard beneath her paws, she couldn't help but doubt it.

Far too long, her mind screamed. Far too long. Purpose annihilated, body scarred, lies uncovered. She snorted harshly. Not that it mattered. Nothing did now but the slow walk towards nothing, for nothing. Living a dog's life, practically. Going a place she didn't even know, didn't bother to know. Endless destination. Wandering flat lands. Fading away into dusk. . .

Icy shards fell from the sky. She tipped her muzzle up at it. Hmm. Snow. How much, how long, when. Sigh escaped and warmed the frosty air, but only for mere two seconds. It dissipated. . .

Loneliness did not bother her. Neither did the quiet consolation of the wind, or the stark betrayal of the stony sky. It was peaceful, really. The austere feeling of serenity in such a barren wasteland, where death was a friend. No, she wasn't thinking of suicide. Simple as that. To simply vanish. . .

It was more or less the decision of where to go. She was usually good at these things, these decisions. Too bad now was a time where choices were now disappearing like her, like an. . .

Evanescence. . .

Golden orbs locked onto the white beast. No such thing as an emotion was splashed across the canvas of the femme who watched her. Word of an enemy upon her kin was rich in the air. She could not have such a thing, no matter how messed up the choices of her lovely sister were, she wouldn't let death come to her, as she didn't before. Swift pads fell across the same path her sister took and before she could be seen she was heard coming behind Evanescence. "Don't look so hollow sister" the lyrics of the femme floated through the air towards the white beast and she came to a slowed trot behind her then she matched her pace only holding herself quite a bit more controled then the white mess beside her.

"Do you know where our sister is?" she sighed and shook her head. They had split up when the plan was done and the deed was finished. "Have you heard word, any sort of congrats for your deed done, oh, they were all so hollow after that. You walked in and hid in their hearts only to rib them into millions of painful shards." A smirk, a soft smile lit the features of the healer sister and she looked over at the assasin beside her. "I haven't heard anything. And after laying low for a few I thought to find you. You're not being very...proud of the fact you've slain our mother. You did what was asked of you, why not show some glee"

It was more a way of finding that nitch in her sister. She really didn't care how she felt about this situation she caused herself. Evon had done what she had been asked to do, there should be no glee or any remorse, but yet her sister walked with the weight of the world on her shoulders. As if her actiosn were the wrong ones when she had no choice. She followed that of the pack and what their father asked. If she had known their mother she wouldn't have. Just because she had left and the whole story with her was wrong, the femme could have been different now. She could have just been...another female in the pack of Jabbar Junayd.

.Epica.

. E v a n e s c e n c e .

Cold, callous eyes met. Funny. The last time they had locked gazes, Epica had been the emotionless one. Role reversal. She turned away and kept walking.

"Temptation's wherever the hell she wants to be," she snorted. "Tail her if you want."

Epica was there as if expecting an order. What order was there to give? Everyone was always waiting for something, everyone always wanted something, and yet no matter how hard they drove for it perfection was of the lowest standard and unachievable. Lesson learned. She cringed.

"I really don't care what you do." Upper lip curled. Searing pain to the body, and a thorn in the paw. Betrayal was a statement all on its own. But to whom? Oh, to many. From whom? Well, new question entirely.

She looked up at the sky. The hawk she had been following was now circling for prey. Good luck finding any meal on these wastelands.

. E v a n e s c e n c e .