Discoveries [Closed]
Nov 9, 2018 0:43:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2018 0:43:13 GMT -5
Lillia's paws didn't ache as she glided across the grounds. She'd taken a break from watching over Misty, as she was sleeping, to wander around the territory she now would call home. She came to what the wolves called the Adoette tree, its leaves bare as snow swirled around her. Some went through her, but rather than feeling her fur become chilled, she felt nothing as the tiny flakes drifted through her transparent torso. She looked up at the leafless branches, imagining scents of woody bark and cooling stone and melting snow as she stood there. She took a deep breath and turned around when a sound pierced the air.
The silhouettes of three wolves lingered ahead, with one coming at a limp, one with an ear missing, and the third, whole one standing in the middle of the pair. She drifted closer. What had happened to these wolves? They came out to the tree, and she could see their faces, stark against the unforgiving and bleak snow.
"Come on, we need to den down, before we're faced with a blizzard."
The words barely registered with her as she stared at the faces of her parents and sister.
"Mom? Dad? Poppy?" she whispered, but of course, they didn't hear. She took in every detail of them. Her mother's missing ear and eye. Her father's lost lower leg. Her sister's patchwork of scars.
What had happened to them?
To keep herself from thinking of them, she moved her thoughts on to Misty. She was well, if a bit scrawny. But then, that was to be expected of winters anywhere.
As Fade spoke again, she was pulled from her self-distraction.
"We'll need somewhere to sleep for the night. I'm thinking somewhere in a rock formation, with a few caves..."
With a jolt, she watched as Fade realized that she'd just described the den in their old home. What she wasn't expecting was for her cheerful father to hunch in on himself.
"If I had protected you more, we would still be at home!" her dad growled out.
"Get a grip on yourself! And don't let me hear you call yourself by that ridiculous name!"
"It fits. I'm broken, I failed, I'm marred, I'm Marr!" he yelled out.
"No." Fade intoned, her voice cold. "You are Dusty, but if you insist on a nickname, I'll give you one! You're Rigis, because you're so stubborn! You need to realise that if we hadn't left, there'd be worse than just our disabilities! We all could've died, Dusts, died!"
He subsided, throwing a guilty look at her. A few heartbeats later, the three set off again, and a small smile graced Lillia's face. They'd be fine. And with that, she went to see Misty again.
[OOC : Yay for an online thesaurus!]
The silhouettes of three wolves lingered ahead, with one coming at a limp, one with an ear missing, and the third, whole one standing in the middle of the pair. She drifted closer. What had happened to these wolves? They came out to the tree, and she could see their faces, stark against the unforgiving and bleak snow.
"Come on, we need to den down, before we're faced with a blizzard."
The words barely registered with her as she stared at the faces of her parents and sister.
"Mom? Dad? Poppy?" she whispered, but of course, they didn't hear. She took in every detail of them. Her mother's missing ear and eye. Her father's lost lower leg. Her sister's patchwork of scars.
What had happened to them?
To keep herself from thinking of them, she moved her thoughts on to Misty. She was well, if a bit scrawny. But then, that was to be expected of winters anywhere.
As Fade spoke again, she was pulled from her self-distraction.
"We'll need somewhere to sleep for the night. I'm thinking somewhere in a rock formation, with a few caves..."
With a jolt, she watched as Fade realized that she'd just described the den in their old home. What she wasn't expecting was for her cheerful father to hunch in on himself.
"If I had protected you more, we would still be at home!" her dad growled out.
"Get a grip on yourself! And don't let me hear you call yourself by that ridiculous name!"
"It fits. I'm broken, I failed, I'm marred, I'm Marr!" he yelled out.
"No." Fade intoned, her voice cold. "You are Dusty, but if you insist on a nickname, I'll give you one! You're Rigis, because you're so stubborn! You need to realise that if we hadn't left, there'd be worse than just our disabilities! We all could've died, Dusts, died!"
He subsided, throwing a guilty look at her. A few heartbeats later, the three set off again, and a small smile graced Lillia's face. They'd be fine. And with that, she went to see Misty again.
[OOC : Yay for an online thesaurus!]
