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 Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 9:44 pm
Atia was looking for Sullie, the boy who had, thus far, managed to become her least-useful child. The others showed such drive, such a desire to become the best they could for the sake of the pride... but Sullie... he was a little less willing than the others. Lacked the drive. However, that didn't mean he couldn't be useful as far as she was concerned. Sometimes a lack-of-drive could be extremely interesting.
But he could use some bucking up at least if he would make a good slave of some kind. Well, not slave... but in the end, people were always looking for someone to use. And people willing to be used were never a problem as far as Atia was concerned. As long as they were being used by her, that was.
"Sullie? Dear, where are you?" She called softly, looking around for him, her eyes swaying from side to side thoughtfully. Her little rascal... well, no. Lucien and Octavian were rascals. Even Amara. Not Sullie. Sullie did whatever he was told.
Or at least, she made sure he did. And he would do, in the years to come.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 10:00 pm
It was funny, how misguided someone could be in their assumptions. Sullie did do as he mother asked him... In a way. But, as Beau had taught him. There was always a loophole to any request...
Go gather something for your mother? Sure! Go straight there, and straight home? Not so much.
Stay in the cave through the night? Of course. Though, the hours just before dawn hardly counted as night, naturally.
It was the specifics that mattered. Do the bare minimum to get around the whole order. Luckily, Atia had not realized this yet. His family believed him to be horribly 'slow', in more ways then one. So, when sent off on a task, the rarely questioned why it took him so very long to complete it.
Today, he had been given no orders. He was relaxing a bit away from their home, un-aware of his mother seeking him as he chewed into some sweet-tasting grass, that had a pleasantly strange effect. Most likely, it was poisonous. But, well, it had yet to kill him! It certainly messed with the mind, though. His eyes were rather unfocused as he lounged in the sand on his back, a bit of the grass hanging from his mouth as he chewed. Oh yes, if he could just-
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Orange ears perked at the sound of his name being called, frowning a little as he looked up to the tree above him, which was swaying back and forth slowly at the edge of the waters. " ... How do you know my name? " He murmured up to the tree in a confused tone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 11:46 am
There he was, her lazy slow son. Of course, she knew he could be a little... difficult. He wasn't as afraid of her as some of his other siblings... but she always liked to think that that could be changed. And changed very easily. Sullie was just an interesting case, in that she didn't want to break him... yet. He would simply have to learn to do what he was told, to who he was told. Laziness coud always be turned into an advantage... but she also recalled that laziness towards anything also meant that generally speaking, you couldn't trust somoene to do anything right.
Well, if he proved to be too useless... the water was always close to the den. Death was always an excellent way to control children who didn't do as they were asked. And being a mother again certainly hadn't detered Atia in the slightest from being a cruel and ruthless woman. She did love them -in her way. But love was complicated... and conditional.
"Sullie, dear, it's mother. Try to pay attention." Atia said, her voice pleasent, though all of her children knew what kind of unpleasentness tended to lurk underneith the mask she wore to fool those around her.
"What are you doing dear?" She asked, tilting her head and walking around the tree. She already knew the answer. Nothing. No suprise there. Sullie never did anything, let alone anything right.
Took after his father too much.
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