11-04-2015, 09:52 AM
Not for her, butterflies or flowers or lyrical chimes on the wind. No caress from her mother or warm milk to greet her. When she opened her eyes from her insensibility it was to a world fierce and snarling. She lifted a lip and growled back. Savage dark eyes, incongruous with her young features, shone into the dawn light. The girl was a tangle of limbs, orange legs jutting out from a rich black body, and a silver blaze on her forehead with a splash of orange interrupting what beauty might have been. Pale white tendrils of hair knotted and tangled from her rump. Some day, she would be fearsome.
It would be impossible to tell if the child were abandoned or escaped, this orange and black girl. She knew another had left the warm, dark cave with her but where he had gone she did not know. His scent was burned upon her nose but she cared not at all for where he had gone. Soon he was forgotten, her twin, as if he had never been.
She lunged to her feet, gracelessly, curious in the wary way of wild things. The creatures of illusion she saw were fox-like, but larger, with elongated fangs and mirrored black eyes. Like her, they possessed no charm or anything to beguile the eye. They were purely formed of instinct. The child felt at home with them at once. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she left the place of her birth and followed the foxlets across the meadow.
They showed her honeysuckle and clover and bitter running water, and she hated them, but instinctively she knew they would keep her alive and so she ate. And when she was ready, they took her to their mother. A wolf-creature with two more fox-creatures twining about her feet.
The child came to a halt at a distance from the trio, a rumbling in her chest as her eyes focused but averted. She was wholly theirs, this makeshift family. The pied piper had called and she had embraced the bugle sounds with all of her wild heart.
ooc: beastie sees you all as wolf/fox creatures. ;-)
It would be impossible to tell if the child were abandoned or escaped, this orange and black girl. She knew another had left the warm, dark cave with her but where he had gone she did not know. His scent was burned upon her nose but she cared not at all for where he had gone. Soon he was forgotten, her twin, as if he had never been.
She lunged to her feet, gracelessly, curious in the wary way of wild things. The creatures of illusion she saw were fox-like, but larger, with elongated fangs and mirrored black eyes. Like her, they possessed no charm or anything to beguile the eye. They were purely formed of instinct. The child felt at home with them at once. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she left the place of her birth and followed the foxlets across the meadow.
They showed her honeysuckle and clover and bitter running water, and she hated them, but instinctively she knew they would keep her alive and so she ate. And when she was ready, they took her to their mother. A wolf-creature with two more fox-creatures twining about her feet.
The child came to a halt at a distance from the trio, a rumbling in her chest as her eyes focused but averted. She was wholly theirs, this makeshift family. The pied piper had called and she had embraced the bugle sounds with all of her wild heart.
ooc: beastie sees you all as wolf/fox creatures. ;-)