self destruction

Shock had gripped her upon the woman’s reappearance, a fleeting ember she’d thought long dead. Resting alongside her mother in the afterlife ever since she’d vanished following the war. Never had whispers of a fate more sinister than death circulated into the wildfire’s ears. Again she was kept in the dark. Information deemed unimportant or she simply unworthy to behold it as if she may do something reckless with it… and maybe she would have. Though such a time was neither here nor now, it was a matter of the past yet one reminded of every time sights flickered over Badari.

All Bastille could see now was a shattered soul, a shell of the wolf which had once graced the manor. Some burning part within her wished to address it, offer a semblance of escape from whatever warred within her cousin’s mind. But she did not. Out of avoidance or being caught up in her own affairs she knew not. What would she even say? What could she say? The details of what all had transpired were still unknown, matters one remained wary of picking at though she was growing sick of just watching.

Breath huffed upon sudden approach, vibrant gaze fixating upon the woman in silent question at first though any query she wished to ask lay buried beneath what did lace the air. “Meet me out past Sussex, in the outskirts near the woods,” a ploy for distraction and nothing more. Get this wolf out of the mansion for a time even as lyrics teetered upon demand. Instructing her cousin of this little get away. She did not intend to take no for an answer though whether this ‘invitation’ would be heeded or not remained to be seen as position was taken just outside of town. Ensuring the desert stricken tones of her coat were a beacon against the tree line before she would dare step over that shadowed threshold.

“Meet me out past Sussex, in the outskirts near the woods,” Bast had said, one of Nassar's youngest. And so... that was what she would do. Badari wasn't sure why the young woman had sought her out though she had an inkling of suspicion that she was curious about what had happened to her in the time that she'd been gone. She hadn't gone into detail about it with anyone at home yet and the thought about reliving it through talking about it honestly frightened her. But she knew the questions would come soon enough and she might as well be ready to answer them. She couldn't continue swimming in this ocean, for she knew she would quickly drown.

Swallowing, she set foot out of town and headed towards the tree line. She stuck close to home since her return but she felt safe enough venturing out further given that it was the middle of the day; though that had not stopped her from being taken last time. She was still skinnier than she should be, her fur duller and her eyes sunken, but she would fight tooth and nail from being taken again. She would never endure such a thing again. She would rather die. As her gaze settled upon the trees, she spotted Bastille's figure on the edge and trailed off towards her, tail waving behind her. "So... what's the plan?" she asked quietly. She didn't know what to expect from the other woman, her kin, as they did not know one another very well, but she silently hoped to change that.

"Badari Tiamat speaking."

TABLE BY AMANDA

Patience had never been one of Bastille’s strong suits as paws kicked haphazardly at loosened pebbles or claws dug into overgrown foliage that crept from the tree line. There was uncertainty on just how long she might have been waiting but it felt like forever! Badari needed to get her ass in gear, whatever was going on with her was a curiosity to the youth though not something she expected to receive answers over. Just as the circumstances of a mother’s death had yet to grace her ears, only that she’d fallen in war. That the funeral pyre was seen to burn without a sister at her side.

Recollection which brought lips to curl in silent snarl, an expression which hardly faded as sights whirled upon the rise of subdued lyrics. A rush of air huffing free before they lay chased by the bite of snarky tone, “There you are, took you long enough.” Whatever may have caused perceived delay she cared not to ask - it likely hadn’t been as long as one believed anyways - but for now this was about attempting to distract the other woman. To take her mind away from whatever ordeals had led to an absence or even stalled her steps to their meeting point.

A chance to focus upon the present as well as try to get weight back onto the frame of a big skinny bitch. It was unbecoming of her to appear so out of it. There was no passing flare in those eyes and it lacked ever more when one looked upon fading muscle. Nothing like Bast expected to see from family, “We are going to hunt.” Even if such a thing had recently stolen away another of their kin it was still a thrill she revealed in. A way seen as acceptable to blow off steam without sinking fangs into the hide of another wolf in proclaimed spar.

“So if there’s something you'd like to eat say so now or I will pick our mark,” though even Bastille was uncertain on what it was she wished to dine on. Deer or boar were always a fine feast to have, though the plumpness of a grouse would also never be denied… if only one could catch them before they took flight. There were so many beasts to choose from but - if she answered fast enough - Badari would be able to make the choice.