06-05-2021, 11:39 AM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
The twins are busy and inquisitive, and Wishbone is grateful for it. She knows it would be much easier to focus on the apprehension churning in her stomach if Malik and Sickle were quiet and complacent children. Their vibrant personalities, their appetites for exploration, and their unique abilities at changing their bodies keep her entertained. They make it harder to check over her shoulder every few steps for their iridescent-blue father. Wishbone doesn’t appreciate the way she feels hunted in her own home — in her own kingdom — but she can’t help herself. The threat of Gale’s presence, the potential of him finding the twins in Tephra, looms over her head and she can’t deny that this is a time she has felt the most scared.
But she can’t admit her fear to the twins, and she refuses to let it control their childhood. To them, she is their mother, and their father is a hazy image she hasn’t exactly painted yet. Wishbone does her best to be a good mother, and she’s grateful she has a positive model of one from her own childhood. Wound had been patient and loving, even in the face of a rambunctious, reckless child who always found some way to be in the way of danger. Loving the twins, teaching the twins, and protecting the twins feels a little like always being in the way of danger.
Wishbone knows she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’s been wandering the beach all morning, lost in thought about her childhood and how often Wolfbane had to rescue her from the ocean. It has been the way of her mind lately — thinking about Gale leads to thinking about the Curse, which ultimately drags her back to Wolfbane and their adventures as children. The twins had been eager to leave this morning, practically vibrating with energy as they waited for the sun to clear the horizon. Malou gives a soft growl from where she rests in the cooler waters of the ocean, a reminder that they haven’t seen the twins since they left.
With a gentle hum, Wishbone pulls her dark legs out of the waves and heads inland, following the black jaguar through the jungle until they find Malik and Sickle. Silent from all her years navigating the undergrowth, Wishbone watches as her son approaches the sleeping Sickle, and she bites back a laugh when he roars. She can’t help but feel amused by the twins; it’s impossible to ignore the entertainment that comes with two shifter children.
She considers leaving them, satisfied that they’re safe. Yet despite the hardships Wishbone’s experienced throughout her life, she’s always kept her energetic, reckless spirit. And it encourages her to jump into their antics. The purple mare pulls bones from the soil behind her, and carefully constructs them into a cage. And once Malik pounces on his sister, Wishbone appears from the bushes and drops the cage over the pair.
She laughs teasingly, throwing her head back and cackling into the air. “Ah, my loyal comrade, this pesky pair has been eating from my favorite tree!” she crows to Malou, who pulls herself nimbly from the shadows. “And now we’ve finally caught them!” Wishbone circles around the cage, looking them up and down with one glowing eye. “What do you think we should do with them, Malou?”
But she can’t admit her fear to the twins, and she refuses to let it control their childhood. To them, she is their mother, and their father is a hazy image she hasn’t exactly painted yet. Wishbone does her best to be a good mother, and she’s grateful she has a positive model of one from her own childhood. Wound had been patient and loving, even in the face of a rambunctious, reckless child who always found some way to be in the way of danger. Loving the twins, teaching the twins, and protecting the twins feels a little like always being in the way of danger.
Wishbone knows she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’s been wandering the beach all morning, lost in thought about her childhood and how often Wolfbane had to rescue her from the ocean. It has been the way of her mind lately — thinking about Gale leads to thinking about the Curse, which ultimately drags her back to Wolfbane and their adventures as children. The twins had been eager to leave this morning, practically vibrating with energy as they waited for the sun to clear the horizon. Malou gives a soft growl from where she rests in the cooler waters of the ocean, a reminder that they haven’t seen the twins since they left.
With a gentle hum, Wishbone pulls her dark legs out of the waves and heads inland, following the black jaguar through the jungle until they find Malik and Sickle. Silent from all her years navigating the undergrowth, Wishbone watches as her son approaches the sleeping Sickle, and she bites back a laugh when he roars. She can’t help but feel amused by the twins; it’s impossible to ignore the entertainment that comes with two shifter children.
She considers leaving them, satisfied that they’re safe. Yet despite the hardships Wishbone’s experienced throughout her life, she’s always kept her energetic, reckless spirit. And it encourages her to jump into their antics. The purple mare pulls bones from the soil behind her, and carefully constructs them into a cage. And once Malik pounces on his sister, Wishbone appears from the bushes and drops the cage over the pair.
She laughs teasingly, throwing her head back and cackling into the air. “Ah, my loyal comrade, this pesky pair has been eating from my favorite tree!” she crows to Malou, who pulls herself nimbly from the shadows. “And now we’ve finally caught them!” Wishbone circles around the cage, looking them up and down with one glowing eye. “What do you think we should do with them, Malou?”
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Malik @Sickle