07-10-2015, 01:07 PM
His heart had become hardened by the long years that he had lived. Pevensie had begun chipping away at the hardened exterior from the first words she had spoken to him on the cold plains of the Tundra. Seeing her - his daughter, so sweet and innocent, large eyes so full of life and wonder - shatters what remains. His breath catches as she rises to her feet with more grace than he would have expected. The moment her small muzzle touches his, he is lost. She has changed him irrevocably.
He watches, affection in his gaze, as she moves to her mother and offers the same greeting. His dark eyes find Pevensie’s, sharing that moment of love and pride with her. He does not doubt that their daughter will grow to be something amazing. Perhaps it is a fallibility all parents share, to believe such things. Nevertheless, he does not doubt it for a moment.
As Pevensie struggles to rise, Hurricane turns to offer her what aid he can. When she stands upon splayed feet, he moves next her, offering his own body as a support. Draping one pale wing over her back, he presses his muzzle against her neck briefly as her words wash over him. He can well understand the sentiment. It had never occurred to him that his life might be missing something so vital. The familial peace settling over the small group is not something he had ever known, had not realized the ways it might improve his endless existence.
When he responds, his words are simple, honest.
Nor have I.
Turning his dark eyes upon their daughter, he smiles. A true smile. The gesture is unfamiliar to him, but he would not change it. Extending his neck, he gently nudges her, a silent encouragement to take her first meal.
He watches, affection in his gaze, as she moves to her mother and offers the same greeting. His dark eyes find Pevensie’s, sharing that moment of love and pride with her. He does not doubt that their daughter will grow to be something amazing. Perhaps it is a fallibility all parents share, to believe such things. Nevertheless, he does not doubt it for a moment.
As Pevensie struggles to rise, Hurricane turns to offer her what aid he can. When she stands upon splayed feet, he moves next her, offering his own body as a support. Draping one pale wing over her back, he presses his muzzle against her neck briefly as her words wash over him. He can well understand the sentiment. It had never occurred to him that his life might be missing something so vital. The familial peace settling over the small group is not something he had ever known, had not realized the ways it might improve his endless existence.
When he responds, his words are simple, honest.
Nor have I.
Turning his dark eyes upon their daughter, he smiles. A true smile. The gesture is unfamiliar to him, but he would not change it. Extending his neck, he gently nudges her, a silent encouragement to take her first meal.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane