DESPOINA
She is changed, but she cannot pinpoint exactly why.
Perhaps it is the quest, where she was forced to face demons that she did not overcome.
A quest where she did not come back changed. Did not come back better or stronger.
Perhaps it is the oily feeling of betrayal. Of having birthed two children who were not his own. Demonic children from a bond that she had maybe wanted as a youth but did not want any longer.
She doesn’t know how it happened, but she knows that it did, and the guilt brands her with it.
So perhaps that is why she avoids him, avoids their two children. Why she slips through the night as a hellhound, as if proving to herself that she is that and not the small puppy she had been forced to be. Why she hides away the treat because she is certain that no good will come of it. Why she abandons her other children. She does not hunt, although the idea of tempting. Instead she just runs.
She runs and she waits.
She watches the sun set and the darkness creep forward.
She sits quietly in that darkness, avoiding the parts that remind her of him.
Tonight, that happens near the river. She is resting on her haunches, crimson eyes staring unseeing out at the tide that churns, pushing up against the riverbank like some unspoken promise. Despoina has never been a strong swimmer, but she feels a distinct urge to go down and step into that current.
Would it pull her out to sea?
Would it simply pull her down?
She doesn’t know. Cannot possibly guess at the depths of the river. Cannot possibly know the yearnings of her broken, bastardized heart. Instead she just tilts her canine head to the side and considers.
Dreams quietly of the breaking.
I guess the sound of your voice in the aching will just have to do
@Torryn