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 Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 9:57 pm
 Ebony shooed Sher out and gazed out the window from the rough wooden table she used as a work surface. Herbs were scattered all across, and a piece of hard wood covered the scarred surface so that she could save it from more scratches. Idly she stroked the jeweled hilt on the knife that she had stabbed into the cutting board. The doctor's news had been unsettling. She needed time to think about it and all of its consequences.
So. That cursed Chief had...violated her son and had children with him. All the outrage, grief, horror, and anger fought so hard and so loudly for attention in her mind that they canceled each other out. She was calm. Outraged, grieving, horrified, and angry, but calm. Her arms did not tremble to pick up jars or bottles to throw in anger. She closed her eyes as a draft from the still-open door ruffled her ears and caressed her wings. Someone was there at the door. "Come in," she murmured in her accented English.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:39 pm
 The night was creeping faster and Anica still needed to explore her new home. She looked over at her daddy who was asleep. She got up from her bed and walked outside. The house lights flicked on in the hallway and Anica decided to explore the house. Her paws padded the floor as she walked.
Anica was nervous, she didn't know whom she would find. She was in a safe place though, it was way better than were she use to live before Miroslav rushed back for her. Her it was clean, safe, and the food tasted good. She looked up the stairs and wondered who lived on the second floor. She paced herself as she slowing crept up the stairs.
Once she finally hit the top she notice a door ajar and crept closer. Maybe she would meet a house member! She stood silently at the door, until she heard someone say come in. She gulped and slowly peered in. She seen the black cat with purple wings. She slowly made her way in and sat silently on the floor about 2 feet away from the door. "Y--yes?" She spoke sacredly. She didn't know if she was going to be in trouble or be lunch!
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:50 pm
Ebony turned towards the door and the little kit there. She didn't have to look long to figure out who it was. The mark of Chief Shrehifo was on her. She held out one arm and beckoned towards the kit. "Come here, little one," she murmured. "You must be Miroslav's daughter. I was not told your name."
She felt that same feeling she felt whenever she looked at Tambre or Pallas; the feeling of seeing a granddaughter. Does that scum feel the same way about his daughters? Or does he see them the same way he sees Miroslav, as a tool to be abused? How does his sick mind work, and can I ever figure it out without becoming mired in his madness?
What will I have to sacrifice to keep my children and grandchildren safe?
Miari. The word popped into her head as clearly as if Mamrigash Pa'das had said it. She is my granddaughter. And the so-called "Chief" will not take her from me. "Miroslav is my son," she added in that same gentle tone.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:31 pm
The kit looked up at her and done as she was told. She was quiet scared this lady seemed very important. Anica stood before her and looked up at her.
"My name is.. Anica." She looked up at her and then down at the floor.
She looked up at Ebony when she heard her say Miroslav is my son. She looked at her. "Yes, he is my daddy." She put on a smile. She pawed the ground, "I am sorry, but you are?" She didn't know that she was her grandmother. She wasn't sure how that worked or how the family lines were.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:39 pm
Ebony got out of her chair and kneeled on the ground next to Anica. She flicked her tail around the kit in a gesture she hoped was comforting. She smiled. "Yes, I am. Not by emerging, though. You see, my people believe that adopting children is the best way to protect them. When I first met Miroslav, I wanted to protect him, so I adopted him. My name is Ebony Pardus. And I am happy to meet you, Anica." She could feel the anger and tension quietly slip away as she spoke. She was glad for it--Anica looked frightened. Am I really that frightening in appearance? she wondered in amusement. It had been a long time since anyone had reacted with fear towards her (not counting times when her children had done something naughty and she had had to punish them, and that didn't really count).
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:57 pm
Anica felt more comfortable, "So are you like my mother too?" She looked up at her and sat down. More than anything she felt protected. "It's nice to meet you too Ebony Pardus. She didn't know much more to say besides the normal. "How old was daddy when you adopted him? Where are his parents?" She was getting curious now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:19 am
"No, I am your grandmother, your mamrigash, as we say in my native language," Ebony murmured. She gave Anica a smile, one that almost faded at her next questions. "He was an adult, but he still needed protection. We do not distinguish between children who have grown and children who have not when one of them needs help. As for his bowl-parents?"
She had to work hard to suppress a sigh--and the urge to cry. She had often wondered what Miroslav's original parents had been like, how he had gotten mixed up with the witch doctor. Miro knew very little and the information he knew was almost useless. "I don't know where his bowl-parents are," she admitted.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:52 am
Anica looked at her, "Grandmother, why did he need protection, who and from what?" Her frown came upon her face, she almost knew the answer to that question of hers but she wanted to double check. How bad could it be?
She watched her grandmothers expression, "Oh, grandmother don't cry. Please don't. I am sorry, i am just...well curious that is all." She walked over to her and hugged her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 3:19 pm
Ebony shook her head. "I will not cry. It is not your fault if I do, though--There are things that upset me." She hesitated. The frown on Anica's face told her that the child already knew the answer to her question. She wrapped her arms around her granddaughter, wrapping her wings around her arms as well. Should I tell her? The witch doctor is her father. Will it hurt her to know that she is made from the creature that makes her father unhappy? Or does the need to know outweigh the horror?
Yes. I think it does. The truth should be out. "Chief Shrehifo," Ebony murmured. "He does not value Miroslav's freedom. He does not see him as anything more than a way for more glory and power. He does not deserve Miro, or Miro's family."
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