A Meeting Of The Beasts.

The soft movement of the trees, the feeling of it dead around her. They faltered, they moved, they sway in the light breeze. Everything seemed so quiet. All Avery could see was the soft light of the moons, the soft darkness of the shadows dancing. There was nothing but still air, barely even a thought, nor even a breath within the specific place. It wasn't as happy as she would like it. Her mood wasn't at the best, but now she just wanted to talk to her own, her mate, her lover, the one who was supposed to be here. A soft breath was surrounding her lips, she stood there, feeling her weak limbs against the trunk, her arms crossed against her chest. She felt nothing but the heart within her body. She could even feel the beast within her. It was like he had left, left, seeing that she was weak. For she wasn't strong enough for it. The whole situation made her churn with anger and guilt all at the same time. She felt her knees go weak before she finally just fell to the base of the tree. Her clothes as she wore nothing but torn jeans, tank and a jacket, everything else was loose. She felt so enclosed, her hood up covering her worthless face before she just clasped her hands together, bracing the pain.
There was something else in her stomach, something that she needed to talk to Arcane about, this something that he had been hoping for. But she wasn't so sure anymore, she barely even saw him and she felt so weak and lonely without even the soft voice or even the glimpse of him. Now all she could do was wait. Wait in the darkness until his light would return into her eyes.