i'd break the back of love for you.
@[Oxytocin] @[Grye] @[insane] @[jenger]Her instincts are still razor sharp for her young brood, but she must hunt to keep them fed and happy. She leaves them only when she’s certain that the night is quiet and safe. When she hunts, the moon shimmers across her scales like forest green glass thanks to her summer shed. Khuma is quick and precise in her kills, dragging little rabbits and raccoons into her belly as she gorges herself. Feeding three babies takes more from her than she had anticipated and she hates to be away from them. Feasting on weaker prey like this is easiest and it means she’s able to return before the first light of dawn wakes their sleepy heads.
But today there is someone else in her lair.
She shifts halfway back, a horse covered in scales with venomous teeth bared as she watches him.
But he smells like her strange egg used to, when it first appeared in her little nest. Her bright green eyes watch him as she circles him carefully. Each hesitant step brings her closer to the sleeping babies but also closer to Grye. His posture isn’t the least bit aggressive but her heart could not bear even one hair on the babies’ heads being harmed. Not after last season let her egg grow cold and still.
Finally, she stands beside her young and she kisses their faces delicately to wake them. Khuma doesn’t tolerate sleeping in or else they won’t build up strong muscles by the time they mature. She lifts her head and regards the gryphon carefully. Perhaps this is a blood relative, come to whisk her strange bird-baby away. Perhaps it is only a visit.
“My name is Khuma. Have you enjoyed watching my children?” she asks curiously. Her words come across as calloused but she does her best to force some kindness into them. The serpent mother wants her children to grow up soft and sweet, unlike her.
“Are you kin to Elphaba?” she asks, the words framed in a fearful sadness. She turns to admire her brood, her twins and their surprise sister that she’s come to love as her own. The little hatchlings are so beautiful that it breaks her heart in two and, for a moment, her face eases into a gentle smile.
But today there is someone else in her lair.
She shifts halfway back, a horse covered in scales with venomous teeth bared as she watches him.
But he smells like her strange egg used to, when it first appeared in her little nest. Her bright green eyes watch him as she circles him carefully. Each hesitant step brings her closer to the sleeping babies but also closer to Grye. His posture isn’t the least bit aggressive but her heart could not bear even one hair on the babies’ heads being harmed. Not after last season let her egg grow cold and still.
Finally, she stands beside her young and she kisses their faces delicately to wake them. Khuma doesn’t tolerate sleeping in or else they won’t build up strong muscles by the time they mature. She lifts her head and regards the gryphon carefully. Perhaps this is a blood relative, come to whisk her strange bird-baby away. Perhaps it is only a visit.
“My name is Khuma. Have you enjoyed watching my children?” she asks curiously. Her words come across as calloused but she does her best to force some kindness into them. The serpent mother wants her children to grow up soft and sweet, unlike her.
“Are you kin to Elphaba?” she asks, the words framed in a fearful sadness. She turns to admire her brood, her twins and their surprise sister that she’s come to love as her own. The little hatchlings are so beautiful that it breaks her heart in two and, for a moment, her face eases into a gentle smile.
khuma.
Khuma is Very Afraid that grye has come to take one of her babies but she's trying not to be so defensive