10-14-2018, 12:37 AM
Yeah! That’s right, you’d better run! Defy snorted and stomped and tossed his head as the scary bone man with the starry blue legs turned and ran away. Damn right! ‘Cause he was scary too! He arched his neck and flared out his little baby chick wings and preened, so fuckin’ proud of himself he could barely stand it. He was the best big brave boy, and the very best protector and guardian, and he was takin’ such good care of Mom! He pranced back over to her, and this time even didn’t trip on a rock or nothin’!
He sobered up though when he got back to her side. His belly clenched with a feeling he didn’t like, one that crept along his back and up his neck and made him all tense and tight and anxious, and he worried at the corner of his lip where it was blue speckled with stars. “Mom?” he asked softly, reaching out with a hesitant little muzzle to brush his nose juuust barely against her cheek. She made a pained little whuff sound, so he knew at least she was still breathing and shit. Ugh, she had to be okay though. She was his, and his only, and what would he do if she wasn’t?
No. She would be okay. He’d make sure of it. Maybe he could like, lick her and make her better. That was a thing, right? Probably, so he tried it, picking a spot of yuck to lick--which wasn’t hard, since most of her was pretty mangled and icky. He licked her face, right by her mouth, and she just made another soft ouchie sound and didn’t get better.
Oh.
Okay. Um. Okay so that didn’t work. He caught a soft, anxious whine just as it started to escape from his throat. His little ears were laid back, and oh man but he wanted to be so, so tiny, just snuggled up in the crook of her neck. He’d fit so perfectly right there, he could even see the spot, and he could snuggle right in and be so cozy and safe. Right now did not feel safe at all, and he reallyyy wanted safe.
Ugh, and his tummy was growling too, and he could smell food somewhere in the mangled mess that was Mom. But nosing at her hurt her, and anyhow he didn’t know where to look exactly. And besides, he had to protect her, and that was hard to do when you were eating. Plus the fire had probably like crustified any food there was. So that sounded kinda gross. If it was a thing even. Maybe it wasn’t, ‘cause he smelled it and it made his tummy rumble so, so hard.
Mom musta heard, 'cause she groaned and tried to stand, but mostly just managed to roll a little and shift one of her legs. So he whined softly again and followed the scent that made his tummy so very rumbly, and nudged so, so gently. She still hissed through gritted teeth, but she didn’t shove him away, and moved her leg a little more so he could try to reach.
He had to shrink a little bit to manage it, but just for a minute, okay? Just for a minute, and he ate as fast as he could, sweet rich milk flowing into his mouth mingled with a little blood that made it taste kinda funny but he was too hungry to care, and he wasn’t about to complain. Not when she was hurting so bad. He ate so, so fast, and then let her rest. Just snuck up to her face to give her another soft little kiss, and got all melty warm inside when she huffed softly and brushed her lips against the starry spot at the corner of his mouth.
“Love you, Momma,” he said, trying really hard not to worry, or at least to pretend he wasn’t super scared ‘til...well. Hell. Til something magic happened? Or? Til she rested enough and was okay? Thinking about what came next made his breath come fast and his heartbeat race and his bottom baby teeth chatter up against his gums. “You’re gonna be okay, okay?” he said, or begged, he wasn’t really sure. “I’m gonna take the best care of you.”
“Love,” Momma said softly back, and that was all she could manage. But he knew. He knew the rest.
So he stood watch, protecting her from all manner of scary fluffy things, chasing off squirrels and rabbits and even a big scary deer with pointy horns, and not panicking at all as her breath got shallower and raspier. He was the best protector. Her big brave boy. Her Defy. And she was his Momma. And she was gonna be okay.
Somehow.
He sobered up though when he got back to her side. His belly clenched with a feeling he didn’t like, one that crept along his back and up his neck and made him all tense and tight and anxious, and he worried at the corner of his lip where it was blue speckled with stars. “Mom?” he asked softly, reaching out with a hesitant little muzzle to brush his nose juuust barely against her cheek. She made a pained little whuff sound, so he knew at least she was still breathing and shit. Ugh, she had to be okay though. She was his, and his only, and what would he do if she wasn’t?
No. She would be okay. He’d make sure of it. Maybe he could like, lick her and make her better. That was a thing, right? Probably, so he tried it, picking a spot of yuck to lick--which wasn’t hard, since most of her was pretty mangled and icky. He licked her face, right by her mouth, and she just made another soft ouchie sound and didn’t get better.
Oh.
Okay. Um. Okay so that didn’t work. He caught a soft, anxious whine just as it started to escape from his throat. His little ears were laid back, and oh man but he wanted to be so, so tiny, just snuggled up in the crook of her neck. He’d fit so perfectly right there, he could even see the spot, and he could snuggle right in and be so cozy and safe. Right now did not feel safe at all, and he reallyyy wanted safe.
Ugh, and his tummy was growling too, and he could smell food somewhere in the mangled mess that was Mom. But nosing at her hurt her, and anyhow he didn’t know where to look exactly. And besides, he had to protect her, and that was hard to do when you were eating. Plus the fire had probably like crustified any food there was. So that sounded kinda gross. If it was a thing even. Maybe it wasn’t, ‘cause he smelled it and it made his tummy rumble so, so hard.
Mom musta heard, 'cause she groaned and tried to stand, but mostly just managed to roll a little and shift one of her legs. So he whined softly again and followed the scent that made his tummy so very rumbly, and nudged so, so gently. She still hissed through gritted teeth, but she didn’t shove him away, and moved her leg a little more so he could try to reach.
He had to shrink a little bit to manage it, but just for a minute, okay? Just for a minute, and he ate as fast as he could, sweet rich milk flowing into his mouth mingled with a little blood that made it taste kinda funny but he was too hungry to care, and he wasn’t about to complain. Not when she was hurting so bad. He ate so, so fast, and then let her rest. Just snuck up to her face to give her another soft little kiss, and got all melty warm inside when she huffed softly and brushed her lips against the starry spot at the corner of his mouth.
“Love you, Momma,” he said, trying really hard not to worry, or at least to pretend he wasn’t super scared ‘til...well. Hell. Til something magic happened? Or? Til she rested enough and was okay? Thinking about what came next made his breath come fast and his heartbeat race and his bottom baby teeth chatter up against his gums. “You’re gonna be okay, okay?” he said, or begged, he wasn’t really sure. “I’m gonna take the best care of you.”
“Love,” Momma said softly back, and that was all she could manage. But he knew. He knew the rest.
So he stood watch, protecting her from all manner of scary fluffy things, chasing off squirrels and rabbits and even a big scary deer with pointy horns, and not panicking at all as her breath got shallower and raspier. He was the best protector. Her big brave boy. Her Defy. And she was his Momma. And she was gonna be okay.
Somehow.