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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:09 pm
Fie was resting quietly in the darkness, she lay on a lovely brown pelt with tan markings. Her lynx pelt was pulled over her and her eyes were closed making her near invisible as a wolf in the night. She was wondering where Sly had gone off to, where all her children were, she found the empty nest quite upsetting. Her children had been a balm to her soul, a way to keep her cravings from overpowering her. Her morality was questionable at best and while Adolfo had shown her a better path she often found herself looking back and the urge to wander was constant. She could still remember what it felt like to run her teeth and claws carefully along the flesh of a dead wolf carefully peeling away the fur.
As loud as Marion's coat was, her approach was even louder - Fie would surely recognize the particular salvo of leaf litter plowed forward, saucer paws landing full-weight onto brittle sticks and peels of bark, and an indelicate grunt supporting a scrabble of claws over stone. The ridge surmounted, Marion began to approach as ungrounded blobs of pumpkin-orange, ambling energetically into her mother's home. She looked around, her dark ears waggling about, and spotted what she considered almost a living appendage of her mother, the pale lynx pelt. She perked up and trotted in Fie's direction, her expression a little tense, wavering on neutral ground between pleasure and distaste. "Ma! Ma, are you awake?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:11 pm
Fie had loved all her children, she had tried to teach them all as best as she could. Yet she had always treated her bright youngest daughter a little different. Not with less love, but perhaps more attention, as if somehow her bright pelt equaled brain damage or some other handicap. Fie smiled softly and rose up to sit her eyes opening then squinting for a moment as if adjusting to marions brightness before opening again. She had tried her best to cover her daughter with the dark pelt of a bear, to keep her from being so...flashy, but the tiny pup had grown, and grown, and grown until the pelt couldn't cover all of her.
"Of course dear, come, come sit a while...you and your siblings have been off about exploring." Which was about as close as Fie would get to saying she missed her babies.
Marion smiled, slinking rather clumsily to sit beside her mother, possibly to give her the option of not looking directly at such brightness in the gloom. "I know, right? And it's funny, we don't even run into each other." She smacked her lips, trying to feel a little less awkward and nervous about speaking with her mother. She was barely consciously aware of the overcompensation with which she'd always been treated, but in some basic level, she knew her mother had always been embarrassed to have produced something so offensive to her own tastes. "What have you and Dad been up to?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:24 pm
"Your father's been busy, the shadows have much to whisper, much to share. There is so much darkness in the world, if only we could all taste a little. I've been keeping things settled, your brother has been behaving oddly, odd even for Sly." She murmured softly before turning and smiling giving her daughter a soft nuzzle. Touch was important, she had learned to enjoy touching those she loved though in her youth she avoided all but the contact of a skinned fur.
"And you? What have you found to keep you busy?" Her voice betrayed her genuine curiosity. First Possum and Vegas, Debora and Isadora, Marion, and now Sly each one off exploring alone. Soon she might barely catch glimpses of her children, soon they might even have children of their own. The thought did not make her feel comforted, rather it left an ache in her chest and the desire to bury herself in furs.
Marion's lips pursed for just a moment; she had never appreciated Sly's penchant for scares and trickery, and had appreciated his absence from her life the better part of this year. She had no interest in discussing the subject with her mother, though, and welcomed the nuzzle, returned it with an affectionate snuffle against her cheek. "Me, I've mostly been trying to figure out this area...I've been into other pack territory a little bit, but it didn't look that interesting." She licked her mother's cheek, struck with the unusual instinct to preen, stemming mostly from her dread at having to tell Fie she was really leaving. Her mother looked lonely and, for all her talk of rootlessness, it was impossible for Marion not to feel extremely guilty at leaving her mother behind in this dark wood. With dad gone or busy, and only furs to talk to. "You and Dad ever think about looking for a pack? Or even a busier bit of unclaimed territory? I mean, everybody wants a pelt to wear, I bet you'd fin in anywhere."
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:44 pm
Fie gave a wry smile and softly shook her head glad that her daughter had been exploring other packs, though she was mildly worried as well. "Your father and I might make a pack of our own someday, but we wouldn't fit in too well in other places Marion. We belong to the shadows, you know that my love, you know we are part of the night."
She thought of the reign of terror and for a moment her eyes gleamed with passion. She knew that pack would accept her, would allow her to fullfill her dark urged, but she would be lost forever to that brand of darkness. It wasn't worth it to sacrifice the passion and life she shared with her mate, her children...though her children were almost all gone. Yet she and Adolfo might have more someday...someday.
She managed a smile; if some of her siblings shared her father's affinity for the shadows, Marion probably had whatever the opposite of an affinity was. She could never be still enough to hide or look within them. And thinking of it, she found herself back in a familiar place: missing out on a feeling the rest of the family was part of, certainly in a place, but not of it. Which was why she was going to shoot out of here like a startled pheasant, loud and bright and fast. "You guys really should form a pack, ma," she said, sadness draining the energy from her voice. "Being alone out here's not good for you."
It hurt to think of her mother all sad and alone out here, so she tried to stop. "I wanted to visit, see, because I think I'm heading out." She trained her eyes onto Fie's face for a second before losing heart, and aiming more towards her feet. Oh, boy, rationalizing travel wasn't coming naturally. "I sort of wanna...you know, get a feel for what the rest of the world's like."
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:58 pm
"I'll see...your father would make a wonderful Alpha...and the shadows would help us..." She sighed whimsically before nuzzling her daughter. "Don't you worry about us my little love, we'll be fine." She smiled softly, it was true as long as she had Adolfo and they could share the night she wouldn't ever really feel the dark void in her heart again.
Then she jerked her head up a bit startled, her baby girl was leaving? Of course rationally she knew, all birds left the nest did they not? Her pups weren't pups anymore, the time had come for them to leave and make dens and families of their own. Still it tore at her heart, this was a cruel finality, and Marion was the first to declare she would leave. Marion who had been her last born, her baby, and overprotected because Fie always feared what a coat that bright could bring upon her. "The world...." She murmured softly remembering the kills, the skins, large and small, weak and strong. The world was a big place full of good and bad, very very bad...so dangerous. Yet how could she say such things, how could she tell her children their mother had been something to fear. She softly moved and pulled Marions pelt around her a bit more fussing. "Of course...you have to go...you have to take care of yourself though."
Marion smiled at her mother's anxious primping; she didn't generally enjoy any kind of coddling, but she was so fond of her scrap of bear pelt that having her mother arrange it against her back felt special. "I will, Ma. I'll beat up anybody who tries to mess with me, I'll skin 'em and wear 'em as a hat." Her eyes twinkled at the rather crass joke; she would maybe never know how accurate her joke had been, how the thing she shared most with her mother was an inconsistent set of morals. Here she meant it as a loving tease, however, to express affection for her strange mother, who had given herself so thoroughly to the things she loved.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:54 pm
"Of course you should darling." She reassured her youngest fully meaning it. Perhaps she knew in her heart Marion wasn't quite at that level yet, but she hoped her children could take care of themselves. "Marion, my love promise me..." She gave a sigh and a soft laugh.
"Just come visit me sometime later dearest and be happy wherever you go." She finally smiled and leaned back. "Now let me have a look at you, I want to make sure your ready to go, and when you come back I hope to see you no thinner, and in perfect health."
Marion cackled, knowing full well she was a hefty girl, just like her pop. She stood and stretched, giving her dusty orange coat a bit of a shake, cocking her head and tail to pose for inspection. "I'll come back. And I wanna see a whole brood of pups and grandpups around here, okay? Dressed like little rabbits and stuff."
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:55 pm
"Rabbits? Well...if you say so my love..." She thought curiously how to keep rabbit ears on a pup. She pulled herself away from her thoughts and moved to softly lick her daughters muzzle.
"Farewell my love." She stepped back to allow her to leave.
"Bye, Mom," she returned, staring for a last moment of affection into her mother's fiery eyes. "Tell Dad I say hi." And she dropped her head, uncharacteristically sweet and deferent, and began to make her loud way into the world.
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