MY PRISION, MY SORROW, MY REMORSE. (OPEN, RETURN)

She was sorry for abandoning them. Of course she was. Rosencrantz had always tried to be loyal to her clan despite all that had happened to her but even now she would say that she would have failed them had she stayed. Her heart had been bleeding, how could her mind take the strain? They all deserved better than her, that was for sure. But, still, the clan that she left was almost certainly not the clan that she was about to walk back into.

One day, what seemed like years ago now, Rosencrantz had known the love of another. Rangi Mahali. He was the only being upon earth that could give her the confidence to be someone, to come out everyday and be who she was. Back then she had been the doctor within the clan and was proud to hold knowledge in Herbology but that all changed when he went away.

She locked herself and wouldn't come out for anything or anyone. Her room became her self made prison, or was it sanctuary? Rosencrantz never really knew. When Rangi went her life felt empty, as if there was nothing left for her to live for. She didn't even know if he was alive or whether he might have gone because of her. Either way she didn't want life without him, she didn't want anything without him.

But now that he was back? Well, that was different. He had come to see her and they had talked things over a little. It was complicated really but now she figured that she had to come out of that dark dwelling, maybe see what had become of the clan she had loved.

With a heavy head bowed low with guilt, she found herself in the great ball room of the grand mansion, looking up toward the thrones, one of which she knew belonged to her old friend Lady Avorio. Yes, she was a coward, possibly even a traitor for not being around during hardship but slowly she padded in and sat alone in the middle of the hall.

"I'm sorry...." She whispered to the nothingness that surrounded her, hoping beyond hope that someone, anyone night hear her and know that she truly meant it now more than ever. Other than that the wolf didn't know what to say. What did a deserter say?

Standing there, in the centre of that big open space Rosencrsntz was as scared as ever. Even though there was no less of her clan mates, both old and new, standing around her the wolf had never felt more alone and that she struggled to handle. She had hoped that Rangi would be here. Nevertheless she turn d to face them all. Eyes darting between their before falling to the floor. "I never-I never really left, not really-I was in my room, I locked myself up there-Rangi was gone and I didn't know what else to do" she whimpered with as much confidence as a newly born pup. Even now as she spoke she realised how pathetic her story sounded which, for her, was all the more soul destroying.

Rosencrantz look d around to a e the one that she loved. The mate that she had thought she had lost until days before now. Looking at she was dran up into his golden eyes that, even though they weren't yet physically touching, seed to bring her into a warm and loving embrace just from the personality that lay behind them. In essence he was beautiful, there was no other way of describing it. He was just very unquie and she loved that. She was grateful for the comoforting touches he made to her heel, a small gesture of reassurance that meant so much to her. With a soft some she returned them so that he knew her love too.