~Admitting~ Anaseutasya slowly slithered through the entrance of her tomb, head lowered and tears streaming down her cheeks. Small dark circles hung from the bottoms of her watery baby-blue eyes, and new crooked scars decorated her arms, abdomen, and tail. Her expression was quite sorrowful, hinting that she was nowhere near smiling.~Admitting~1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The female general collapsed into her throne and sighs. She had wished she could just sulk in her bed all day, but she could not, for her tribe was what needed to be looked after.
The second in command, Sholto, crept in and stood beside Anaseutasya's side, softly stroking her arm. "My lady, what seems to be bothering you?" he says in a concerning tone.
Anaseutasya looks up at him and huffs. "Nothing. Nothing at all..."
"It doesn't appear to be nothing." Sholto crosses his arms.
"Oh fine-" Anaseutasya sighs