Broken

[Vanara]

Waking up to the sound of rain drops hitting the water, she mumbles lowly to herself; “I can’t believe this be all me fault, I should’ve seen this coming”. Vanara looks back in the direction of where Garadar is, letting out a sigh. “Just when things were starting ter get better fer me”. She wipes a tear from her face as she makes her way down into the village of Zabra’jin. She walks off into the wilds looking around for a place where she would be able to be all alone. “Because of me two blood brothers were fighting each other” this thought kept returning to her mind, clouding her thoughts.

After a good long walk she finds a place for herself, a rather small isolated place under a huge mushroom, she sits down, hands against her face. “I should have not gotten him inter this, I should’ve just kept feeling the way I did”.

“What about Wildmark, you gave up on him already? I had expected better from his mate and his blood brother”. The words that Bloodpaw spoke were stuck in her mind, as she moved her hands to takes off her necklace, that Wildmark had given to her some time ago. She held it tightly in her hand for a while. “I have tried everything I could. He doesn’t want me to beat meself up all the time trying to find him.. I be sure of that.. If even the spirits have no idea where he could be how could I?” She clenched her hand into a fist, tears running down her cheeks.

“I did feel that I was helping Grimtide, just as he was helping me. Not that it matters now anymore it will never be the same again”. She looks down, her hand moving to pick out a note from her satchel, an exact copy of the one she left behind; Her eyes going down over the text on the piece of paper. “I understand if he doesn’t want anything ter do with me anymore, I don’t blame him.. I hope he comes by fer a talk.. he knows where I am..”.

Vanara gets back to her feet and puts the necklace back around her neck, holding around the wolf's tooth with a hand, walking back towards the camp. As she is walking back to the camp, the upcoming Kosh’harg floods her mind. “Kosh’harg is coming up I have ter show up there.. Even if I don’t want ter see them yet”. She sighs deeply, peering around for a moment. “I have no choice, I have ter go there and perhaps have a talk with them. If it doesn’t  work out then I should really think about if this life is fer me. Everyorc leaving me or disappearing, maybe it’s a sign… a sign that I should be away from the tribe and everything else and go on alone…. once more.” She returns to the village and heads straight for her little camp, relighting the fire and waiting, waiting for the talk that will probably never happen.

[Vanara]

(Not great at tying it together as a story luckily rashka was kind enough to help with that!)

[Gridish]

Jeez Karg.... what a jerk thing to say! I thought I raised you better!

Anyways, good read Vanvan ;3.