Wandering around, listless
« Thread started on: May 7th, 2006, 7:10pm »
Feles wandered around the practice ring listlessly. It was only a day, and yet she felt she'd outstayed her welcome; her animal senses had told her the Raven favoured someone she imagined to be his right-hand man, Ravenwing. Feles was not a naive person; she'd broken out of that mould at an early age. But she had a talent for expanding things out of proportion, and she seriously imagined that Ravenwing could get away with murder if she decreed it. Murdering her, Feles. What if she was secretly in league with Maelgerif, her archenemy? What then? All the power went out of Feles at that moment, and despite that last defiant shred of life in her, she flopped down like a ragdoll and wept one big tear. She was too tired to cry. Too tired to stand up to herself. Too tired to live? Feles began to contemplate leaving Raven's camp altogether and fending on her own.
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