.kissing and horrid strife. no, weeping and horrid strife. silver zephyr takes her leave from night walker's side. burning rage and even hate fills her as she walks into the darkness, hugging the night like a hunting leopard, intent on destruction. this si me. safinaz left me. found comfort in ravenglade's black arms. how could she have done such a thing? was she really a friend? no matter. now i have none. one foot in front of the other, endless, monotonous. curvature hung low, anguish and dispair writted in cavernous lines traverssing her face.
h o w c o u l d y o u l e a v e m e ?
it doesn't matter anymore. nothing does. it seems like a curse to me, a life of solitude, leaving and betrayal. truly i am aloof. she approaches the birthing place of her only child, drawn by instinct. why was she taken here? what could nature possibly want her to do? it was blindingly obvious, of course, but in her grevious state, she didn't notice, and ignored it. she walked on, to the very border fo the hawkmeadows, and halted, olfactories accosted with warning scents of her own clan. she ponders, wondering what would happen if she steps a toe out of tghe hallowed lands. it wasn't the same as goin to falconwood, because it was just...different. going to the eaves of the falcons had a purpose, a destination. theis was aimless wondering, tragic thoughts and dreams. to go or not to go, that is indeed the question. her courage fails her and she steps back from the border, once again wrapped in the warm comfort of the land of the hawks. i could never leave this place by my own will. not like safinaz did. this place, i treasure. weeping and horrid strife. she lowers her curvature to the ground, mugg kissing the soft earth, thorns lowered in dispair. god, i'm so alone.