"Et oui, mon amour, je dois vous quitter. Car je ne peux pas aimer moins que mes chaînes sont déverrouillées ... Mes ailes doivent voler librement ..."
...How true... For what is the point of love, if one cannot express it freely..?
Lying under an overgrown willow tree, properly placed beside a more times than not stagnant lake, the native-modern mixed vixen read from an old French scripted book resting before her. Paws neatly crossed, tail tip swaying in a easy rhythmic motion. A few cicada's were creaking; their reedy, raspy voices filling the air obnoxiously. But they were easily drowned out by the female's own thoughts and focus at paw.
She'd taken her leave from the family, and escaped most of them... aside from her darling eldest brother Clayton... The strongest, and oldest offspring of their parents. A wide smile, unintentional, began to spread along the skull capped fox's mouth, permitting a few shiny teeth to glisten when caught by the specks of light slipping through the long arms of the willow branches. What a male he was... So devoted to his duty. He was who she could feel most closest too, and most familiarized with. For he too did not posses that many of armoured pieces, but just enough to make him acceptable...
A slight hint of envy couldn't help but pinch at her... in the most irritating of taunting manners... How she'd wanted to protect and serve just as her forefathers had...
Of course, she had received the petite figure of her mother; only measure a few inches taller than said female. Her strength lay dormant mostly in mind, and agility, with basic raw power lacking immensely. The abilities she was gifted with proved to outweigh those she sorely did not possess, but it didn't seem to convince her father... Or grandfather, for that matter.
Many times René had thought it to be the fact of her being female that made them reject her, but... her size was also a large problem... She would not be able to wield the typical weapons, or take the impacts that the giant Spartan's took. The heavy artillery simply couldn't accommodate for such a small stature half-breed.
Thus, leaving her to train her own way, and take leave from the base.
Having watched the others train on the base since birth, René had easily copied their techniques, and added her own... 'je ne sais qua'. Able to create poisons of different levels of lethality, she'd learned Clayton's trade of also concocting healing serums; who he in turn learned from Leyla. Agility, flexibility, and potency. Basically the equivalent of a serpent.
If only I'd been a little bigger...
Always having felt alienated from her family, René kept to herself, and took to learning of the world outside of what she'd grown up in. Different languages struck her with a light of inspiration. A sort of gateway into other worlds...
A subtle breeze lazily billowed by, letting the long reeds of the willow to flutter softly and graze against her fur. Dull green eyes slowly closing to slits, René lifted her head to sniff at the oncoming scents. Such soothing and relaxing aroma's were being carried from the meadow not too far away. Did other places smell the same? Or were these delectable smells from other places?
There was certainly a longing to get out of this... cage she was born into.
For my own wings to spread...
