08-15-2019, 08:30 AM
The family needs you.
That's what Raul had said to get him to leave.
The family needs you. What he'd meant was, mom needs you. And no, not actually needs or wants us, she is perfectly content going batshit in the woods. But hey, she's been torturing this sister we have that I knew about but never mentioned except now she's escaped our psycho mother and things have gotten out of hand. And poor Belle was at the center of the mess.
Belle, who was their half sister by the one they'd called uncle all their life. Not that anyone said that aloud. It was only gathered in snippets, pieced together from Sabra's rambling rants, and Belle's patchy memory. Belle, who'd been a half feral child by the time she'd found Raul. It had been shocking enough to convince the elder twin to leave his own new family (or perhaps just a convenient excuse), and to persuade his younger brother to do the same.
Tana had regretted it every day since.
Sabra had been unrecognizable. Gone was the mother who'd doted on the twins, treasured them. In her place was a mad creature, as likely to strike out in violence as she was to have anything lucid to say. The thread of madness that had always lurked in her blood now ruled the fallen mare. And she showed no signs of wanting to change that.
If she'd seem fit to give up on them, he didn't know why they should bother trying to make her better. Belle was the only clear victim in all of this. She'd been born to be a pawn, only to be discarded once Sabra had lost her reality. And for some god forsaken reason, Raul had made it his mission to fix something broken beyond repair. Well, Tana was sick of it.
Sick of the exile, the false sense of responsibility muffling their real duties, and sick of giving in every time his brother called. So today, he was back. Quietly slipped into the meadow, as unobtrusively as a stallion so distinct looking could. Belle didn't deserve to be cloistered with the mare who'd done her so much harm. It was time he got them both back to reality, and maybe begin his life again.
OOC: Yeah, let's open this can of worms
That's what Raul had said to get him to leave.
The family needs you. What he'd meant was, mom needs you. And no, not actually needs or wants us, she is perfectly content going batshit in the woods. But hey, she's been torturing this sister we have that I knew about but never mentioned except now she's escaped our psycho mother and things have gotten out of hand. And poor Belle was at the center of the mess.
Belle, who was their half sister by the one they'd called uncle all their life. Not that anyone said that aloud. It was only gathered in snippets, pieced together from Sabra's rambling rants, and Belle's patchy memory. Belle, who'd been a half feral child by the time she'd found Raul. It had been shocking enough to convince the elder twin to leave his own new family (or perhaps just a convenient excuse), and to persuade his younger brother to do the same.
Tana had regretted it every day since.
Sabra had been unrecognizable. Gone was the mother who'd doted on the twins, treasured them. In her place was a mad creature, as likely to strike out in violence as she was to have anything lucid to say. The thread of madness that had always lurked in her blood now ruled the fallen mare. And she showed no signs of wanting to change that.
If she'd seem fit to give up on them, he didn't know why they should bother trying to make her better. Belle was the only clear victim in all of this. She'd been born to be a pawn, only to be discarded once Sabra had lost her reality. And for some god forsaken reason, Raul had made it his mission to fix something broken beyond repair. Well, Tana was sick of it.
Sick of the exile, the false sense of responsibility muffling their real duties, and sick of giving in every time his brother called. So today, he was back. Quietly slipped into the meadow, as unobtrusively as a stallion so distinct looking could. Belle didn't deserve to be cloistered with the mare who'd done her so much harm. It was time he got them both back to reality, and maybe begin his life again.
OOC: Yeah, let's open this can of worms