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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 6:17 pm
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Ducks were heavier than Crossed Call thought they were. The meaty bird flopped awkwardly as he clenched his teeth around its neck; it slowed him down significantly as he had to negotiate its graceless bulk. He was currently wandering around the swamp gingerly carrying a dead duck in his mouth- mind the feathers now, and don't bruise it too much- and looking for a stag of some reputation. There was an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach, a sense of dread that he'd carried ever since Never had informed him she was pregnant. It had been matter-of-fact; he'd seen romance before and heard of the joys of starting a family, but this hadn't been that. What they had was... something else. They were hard to define; he hesitated to put terms to their relationship because if he let himself think about it, he didn't know what it was. They weren't lovers. They weren't even really friends. And now they were going to have children together...
Honestly, he wasn't sure he was up to the task. He wasn't sure if she was up to the task. It wasn't something they'd talked about and it wasn't something he knew how to talk about in the first place. But there were those who could help. Those whose words and wisdom could soothe away worries, or at least help make things clearer. He would seek out this stag and try to get the swamp's blessing for the children- and then he'd figure things out. He bore them no malice; he only wanted the best for them.
He just wasn't sure that was him.
Something in the distance; a flash of orange. Tracks nearby; scent in the air. He was unsettled, but not unseated; he still had some of his wits about him. Never would have pinned the stag down by now, but Never wasn't here; he was. He rose on his hind legs to get a better look; yes, this was probably the one he was looking for.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 1:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 1:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 2:04 pm
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How to describe what he was feeling? How to describe the shrieking anxiety that kept him from sleep, the heart-wrenching worry that haunted his waking hours and what fitful dreams he'd been able to have as of late. Still, this was someone he could talk to, and Crossed Call had to get this off of his chest- if he didn't, he'd suffocate.
"My children's mother... is wild. Wonderful, fierce, astounding. She's a force of nature- but as amazing as she is, she is not kind. She is not patient. She is not gentle; she is a hunter, through and through, and so talented and sharp. She's the most enchanting creature I've ever met; it wasn't difficult to fall under her spell. I thought I was strong, but a string of words from her and I'm brought to my knees. And I am no better; I am driven, haunted, always on the move. The time I've spent with her is the longest time I've ever spent in one place. But what we have... it's a dalliance. It's hard to describe, but I know what it is not and that is a family. We're missing something crucial, and the thought of raising children together gnaws at me. I don't know if we could be a cohesive family; I worry that our children are going to suffer. There's..." He stopped for a moment, fighting the lump in his throat. "I only want the best for them. Abandoning them outright- it's not an option. I know there are many who do that; I know the swamp provides, but I just- I can't. I can't see that happening. I want them to know what it means to be part of a family. There's a place we could take them, I think- maybe even a couple of places- places where they'd grow up safe and happy. The vital element I worry about is love. I would love them, this much I know- and she could love them, maybe. But love isn't enough. It's not safety, it's not security, it's not happiness. Is the guarantee of one worth the other? I want them to grow up knowing love, but I don't want that to come at the cost of growing up happy. And it's not fair to stay together just for them- they'd know, I think. Children are perceptive, and I don't want a dull, casual background cruelty born out of two kin who are only together because they have to be (as opposed to two kin who want to be together) to be their basis for understanding relationships. Perhaps I'm being pessimistic- perhaps we could make it work, if we really wanted to. But I know she doesn't want to, and I'm afraid... I'm afraid that alone or together, no matter what we did, we'd ruin them." He was aware that his voice had become very small, but there was nothing he could do about it. Powerless. That was the word he was looking for. He wasn't just weak, he was completely powerless.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 5:04 pm
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As Crossed Call spoke, Wildflower Breeze was alert, attentive, and concerned. Shoulders might've been a low estimate; it sounded more like he was drowning. He remained silent for a moment after Crossed finished, carefully considering his words.
"That is... certainly a predicament," he began. "Trying to force your relationship to be something it isn't... doesn't sound like it would work, from how you've described your mate - and you're right, the children would know if the relationship was forced. It is very, very difficult to hide things from children," he added wearily, then shook his head. How to phrase this delicately?
"Unfortunately, there's no two ways about it... I don't think it sounds like you're at a point in your life where you should be raising children. There may yet be a time and place for it, but it sounds to me like this is not it. You may not think so, but a tribe, or an adoptive family, would love them every bit as much as you could - compromising their safety in the name of love would be a selfish decision, made of your own desire to be in their lives. These are hard words to hear," he added gently, "but you must try to understand."
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 6:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 7:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 8:44 pm
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This hurt badly, as bad as any harm had ever hurt him. It was a raw, red thing; like a tear in the flesh, an angry, throbbing maroon tinged with the sickly, insidious green of bile. He wanted to retch, but it wouldn't do any good; this was a situation he could not fix. He would do what was right, and then- and only after then- could he begin to work on himself. So this was heartbreak. He understood something in the back of his mind, something about sacrifice and doing the right thing- no matter the cost. Crossed did not weep- later, perhaps, he might. When he was alone and silent with his thoughts. He would speak to Never about this later- not telling her all that transpired, but suggesting finding a better family for them. A whole family, one that wasn't so broken. She would probably feel relieved; or perhaps indifferent. Or maybe even heartbroken, just a little. But he knew she'd agree that there were better parents than them.
Which left him with his other question. "Thank you. It- you don't know what it means, hearing that. I know what I have to do, and- I can't not do it. They deserve only the best." And that's not me. It's not us. He left it unspoken; he didn't want to say the words out loud for fear of his emotions betraying him. "You've helped so much already," he murmured, the lump in his throat leaving his words ragged at the edges. "But could I perhaps ask for one more thing? Could you... bless them? I just want them to always feel loved and to know that they're wonderful."
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 9:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 9:35 pm
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