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The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
Half of a moon perched high overhead, surrounded by darkness punctuated by thousands of dots of light. The rhythmic chirps of the crickets filled the silence of the jungle, on a night that seemed serene for the little family residing there. The pups’ mother told them stories about the night sky – about a goddess who reigns over the night, ever watchful, protecting those who believed. Willow listened, in a trance, as Athena’s soft voice lulled the pups to sleep. Soon, the words ceased mid-sentence. From where she was laying, surrounded by her littermates, the small pup lifted her head to peek over at their mother, now fast asleep. But Willow was too excited to fall asleep now. When she watched the indigo sky, she could see sudden streaks of white. Mother said they were stars that had grown restless, so they had to move. Currently, Willow felt the same way. She sniffed at the air, filled with the fragrance of spring. It wasn’t cold, and all the flowers were in bloom. Willow liked the season – but then, there were many things that the little pup liked. She liked the forest and the sky, day or night. She was easy to please and never complained, even when she was unable to keep up with her siblings when they ran and play. Willow always got tired first, her legs couldn’t seem to move as fast as the other pups’ longer, leaner limbs.
The pups were growing at a normal rate – or at least, two of the pups were thriving and getting taller by the day. The smaller two, Tempest and Willow, still seemed so fragile, their growth gradual. Tempest was a runt, but that made no difference to their mother. When it came to little Willow, however, Athena was beginning to suspect there was something wrong – Momma’s sweet and gentle girl, who seemed never to grow at all, lagging behind all of her siblings in size. Lethe was the biggest of the brood after two months of life, feisty already and adorable, with the only male of the litter not far behind his barely-older sister. Their mother had not bestowed The Boy with a name of his own yet. Willow thought this was very weird, but she didn’t ask questions. She called him the same thing their mother did – The Boy.
But Will did not dislike The Boy. The gentle young fae didn’t dislike anyone, but so far, the number of wolves she knew was limited to her mother, three siblings, and, occasionally, Jaienyx, the golden wolf who sometimes brought food. The siblings spent all of their time together. There were other wolves nearby, she knew, because Athena told them about the pack that the pups would soon be meeting. Almost everyone was a girl there, and it would be there homeland, the pack of their birth. Rolling over, her tiny paws poked at her sister Tempest, still lying there beside her, before Willow turned to the eldest of the litter. She nudged Lethe softly with her muzzle. ”’Wake?” Her bell-like voice was hushed, unwilling to wake their mother because she knew she must be very tired from a long day of taking care of all her pups by herself.
words: 551 tags: Onyx (aka The Boy) + Lethe + @santhenatempest ooc: this will be the only thread with the entire litter together - Onyx will be finding a new home after this.
The twinkling stars above had always fascinated the ebony brute. The male loved listening to the stories that his mother would tell him and his sisters. Although he was ignored for the most part he still listened intently, hoping that the goddess that lived in the sky would see him and favor him over his sisters. He wanted an escape from here, he wanted to be accepted. But he never voiced these opinions. He knew better then to speak unless spoken to. His mother hardly spoke to him unless reprimanding him, and he was always careful when romping with his sisters, especially Willow and Tempest. They were both far smaller then him and Lethe and he never wanted to hurt them. But oh he could. There were times when he thought about doing so, if to get the smallest inkling of attention from his mother. He knew that the pack they lived in consisted of mostly females, and him being a male made him lower to their standards. It somewhat explained why he was treated the way he was but it didn't make things any easier for him. He let out a soft sigh, his auds flicking atop his head occasionally. Even though his eyes were closed he was far from asleep. He pondered to himself what life was like outside of his sheltered life. He wondered if all males were treated this way. He wondered what it would be like to have a name. Even though his sisters had callings, he had yet to have one. They referred to him as "The Boy" and nothing more so then that. His mother loathed him, he could see it in her eyes whenever she glanced in his direction. Which made him loathe himself. Why didn't she love him? What was wrong with him? He scrunched his eyes shut even tighter, forcing himself to keep them closed even though he yearned to get up. He wanted to move, to get away from their private den. He wanted to be able to breathe. It was while he was laying beside his eldest sister Lethe that he felt rustling. Wake? Came tiny vocals from his left. It was Willow attempting to wake up Lethe, though their sister still did not stir. Out of everyone she was the heaviest sleeper. Slowly he opened his eyes, peaking over at his tiny sister. He rolled over onto his back then, his paws reaching out to touch her gently. Explore? He questioned her, his tail slowly beginning to wag.
It was then that he sat up, but he was careful while he did so. If mother were to be wakened right now she would not be pleased with him. He did not speak but glanced over in Willow's direction before rising off the ground. He stumbled over Lethe and Tempest in the process, his clumsy paws squishing them as he walked over top of them. When he was free and clear from them he slowly made his way toward the mouth of the den. It was while he was there that he glanced back at Willow, inviting her to join him. His tail began to wag again, almost as if he were daring her to follow. His face still remained void of emotion but his shocking orange occuli glistened with excitement. It was then that he turned back, his eyes fixed on the stars above. He wanted to get out and explore, have a little bit of freedom. He did not want to wait any longer. Finally he crawled out of the den, the cool night air hitting him in the face and blowing gently against his fur. For the first time in his life he smiled, content. He knew that Willow would not be able to resist joining him and so he waited. He knew that he would not let anything happen to his most fragile sister, at least not while she was on his watch. He felt caring towards her, though that was the most emotion he felt towards anyone. She accepted him, and he felt comfortable around her. He only ever really spoke to Willow, but when he did it was either one or two words. Come. He spoke quietly before he moved through the thick forestry, his tiny nose sniffing the air around him.
notes: yay onyx post! <3 he loves willow.. tagged: @willow + Lethe + @santhenatempest muse: not bad word count: 865. status: complete.
Athena had proved to be a good mother. At least Lethe thought so.
Despite her consistent back-talk and already quick-witted humor, Athena treated her eldest with a love and tenderness she might not have expected to have. Her mother was proud of her already, she knew it. She was growing quickly, her legs and paws sometimes feeling longer and heavier than they were meant to. It made her awkward at times, but she was fast and she was strong. She could fight The Boy and win every time. Almost, she giggled in her head. She was important, and so she smiled.
Her tiny heart beat with a warmth and pride she didn’t yet understand.
As she woke earlier than her siblings, she sat in the quiet air of the home she knew, eyes still shut. Her days began the same—always with her smallest sibling prodding her. Oh, how she loved the little thing, with her legs that were too short and couldn’t keep up with her long ones. But her brain could, Lethe knew. Willow was smart and sweet, and the two of them shared a universe that the others didn’t. They had secrets. Lethe didn’t know what they were, but as she opened her fiery eyes and met the stark yellow ones of her sibling, she knew they shared them.
She pushed her nose back at her small twin, sneaking her head under her chin and over her paws. The Boy was awake too, and as he sat up, Lethe mimicked him, stretching her growing body to free it of kinks.
Lethe didn’t understand why Momma didn’t like The Boy. He was fun, though he didn’t talk to her much. To his credit, she never really tried to talk to him either. Young as she was, Lethe already didn’t feel the need to put effort into those who weren’t interested in putting any into her.
As The Boy got up and walked around, then gestured to her sister, Lethe stood. “C’mon, Will,” she said softly, glancing back at their mother. Of course she would go with them—she was the oldest and the biggest. Where Willow went, she would go. She felt happier when they were together. Even though her legs were long, she would always walk slowly to be nearer to her closest friend. She leaned down to give Tempest a lick on the shoulder to wake her, and gestured with her nose towards the mouth of the den. If Lethe were to go, they all had to go. That was her decision, and what she decided usually went as law. She was the protector.
As she padded towards her siblings and into the fresh air, the stars winked at her and the Goddess winked at her with a thousand eyes, whispering to her in the wind. Lethe winked back.
She was important, after all. She smiled.
w o r d s : 492? x ?m u s e : click? x ?t a g s : @willow, Onyx, @santhenatempest
Post by santhenatempest on Apr 28, 2015 12:27:03 GMT -5
A light poke jabbed into Tempest, the runt of Athena's litter. It was Willow. "Wake?" she had squeaked. A smile spread across the runt's face. They were going to play. "Hi Will." The petite fae looked around, inhaling the sweet scents of her family. Athena was the pup's guardian and mother: the kind, gentle she-wolf that cared for the four. Then there was Willow, who had woken her up. Willow was unusual. Tempest didn't really understand her. She was always inspecting things and asking questions. But Tempest still loved her sister and thought that her strange spirituality was beautiful in its own right. The silvery, small femme wasn't religious, but respected those who were and was happy to have a religious discussion with others. Then there was Lethe, the eldest pup out of the four, who was growing to be big and strong. The Valyn pup admired her strength and size, although was happy enough with who she already was. And then there was 'The Boy', who was looked down upon by their mother for whatever reason. Tempest had heard that it was due to the fact that he was male, and the pack that the litter inhabited was ruled by females. The wolf suddenly felt grateful to be female and not a 'disgusting' male.
The only male out of the litter asked to explore, and Tempest nodded. "Hi boy," Tempest chirped happily, bouncing outside and taking in their pretty surroundings. She could not wait to be an adult and rule these lands for herself! Hopefully she wouldn't be picked on for being a runt. "Explore!" the pale coloured female agreed, jumping up and down outside. She did not jump very high however, because of the fact that she was the runt of the litter and therefore was of a more reduced size than her siblings. Willow was also short for some odd reason, which confused Tempest. After all, Willow was well-fed and cared for and was not the runt, nor had any obvious illnesses or other health issues.
Lethe had joined the three playful pups, and now they were just a litter. Just the four of them, together, happy. It was blissful.
"Come on!" the small canine yapped, a tone of excitement in her new-found voice. The litter had not been very far, and had only seen other wolves when Jaienyx, the beauteous fae who sometimes brought Athena and the pups food. Now was the time to see the world.
Athena would not notice, would she? Anyway, even if she did, their kind, caring mother would not mind them exploring, right? They had to see the outside lands someday!
With a gentle smile on her tiny face, her still deep blue pools of colour flicked around to take in the jungle. Oh, it was so big! There was so much to explore! I cannot wait to be full-grown and to run this land! Dreams were already flooding into Tempest's mind, about how all of her siblings would be devoted members of the pack and conquer the entire island, how they would all remain together, all best friends, and the story of the four pups that were the best ever pack members would pass around the island... A small sigh escaped her lips, knowing that they were merely dreams.
Word Count: 574 Tags: @willow OnyxLethe OOC: Sorry about the aimless rambling!
Last Edit: Apr 29, 2015 11:25:07 GMT -5 by santhenatempest
The Boy was already awake. Willow peeked over at him. He didn’t say much, but Willow could tell what he was thinking. His dark tail began to sway behind him, a hint at his feelings – something rare, for The Boy kept his emotions closely guarded. By now, he was old enough to know that there was something different about him that set him apart from the sisters. Except for the lack of a proper name and the absence of affection between mother and son, Willow did not see what the different was between them. The Boy had fur, just as his sisters did. He had his mother’s bright orange eyes. The Boy’s pelt was considerably darker than his sisters’, and only one of the litter resembled their mother. Tempest had Athena’s pretty silver fur. It reminded Willow of the moon. She and Lethe looked most alike, but still hardly looked like their mother, their pelts splashed inexplicable ebony. The pup’s eyes were a vivid shade of saffron, very different from the warm, fiery hues of her siblings and mother. But the origin of these traits were still unknown. The markings, name, pack, every detail about the brute would remain a mystery, at least for now.
The word father did not exist in the young pup’s vocabulary. Their mother never spoke of their sire, and Willow would have been curious to know his identity, but was still too young to understand that, somehow, males played a part in the creation of pups. She knew her mother was her caregiver, and did not yet grasp that a stranger had a role in her existence, as well. She knew only one male, and that was her still nameless brother. She wondered where she came from and where she would go next, but without knowing what lurked beyond their safe little haven, it did not occur to Willow that she should ask.
Lethe and Tempest were quick, rising to their paws with eager excitement. Willow scarcely had a chance to give each girl a gentle nuzzle. From the darkness of the waiting night, they beckoned her to follow. Willow cast one final glance in the direction of their cozy den, where Athena now slept alone, blissfully ignorant of her pups’ mischievous departure. Willow felt guilty, just leaving their mother there like that, but her desire to venture out into the jungle and to be with her litter mates overpowered her conscience. Hopefully, Athena would stay fast asleep, so that she would not have to worry or go looking for the naughty pups. Willow knew they were disobeying, but if their mother never woke and never knew they were gone, then it wasn’t really breaking a rule, was it?
With each step closer to freedom, Willow felt a growing sense of anticipation. Once she was clear of the den, she exhaled a sigh of relief. Unconsciously, she inched closer to Lethe. With no destination in mind, Willow took a few cautious steps further away from their den and their protector.
Four tiny paws stepped carefully through the wet earth, still muddy from recent spring rains. The mud squished between her toes, producing a soft giggle. ”It feels funny.” The words had scarcely left her mouth when a forepaw found the rock hiding along the path before her eyes could detect it. With only a surprised chirp to announce her tumble, the tiny femme slipped forward, diminutive form toppling over, face-first into the muck.
The cool night breeze was a gentle caress against his face, something he had never felt from his mother before. He closed his eyes and embraced the feeling of freedom, but this moment was soon lost when his older sister joined him. Lethe was almost rivaling him in his size, but with each passing day his stature only became bulkier. He was finally beginning to fill out and therefore was becoming heavier then his sisters. He knew that he had to be careful when playing with any of them, but at least with Lethe they could rough house freely. His bright orange eyes locked with hers in silent recognition as they waited together for the others to join them. Soon Tempest made her way out, and she greeted him directly. Hi boy. She chirped playfully and he regarded her with a minuscule smirk before it vanished. He hardly ever spoke, but he always acknowledged his sisters in one way or another. When Willow finally made her way out of the cave she clung to Lethe's size and soon they were off! They put their family den behind them and began making their way through the thick forestry as a group. He strode along quietly, taking up the back of their cluster. Strangely enough as they walked the ground became more squishy and his nose wrinkled, what was this stuff? It squished in between his toes and made the bottom of his paws damp. It feels funny. The words were hardly out of Willow's mouth before soon she was toppling head over heels. He did not think but simply acted. The male pup reached out, extending his much longer limbs to lessen her blow. In the process he slid across the ground, just in time for Willow's body to kick up chunks of mud onto his face and back. Thankfully, Willow had not hit the ground face first, but instead his soft underbelly. It was odd; he had not realized his actions until after he had already done them. The boy truly did care for his siblings, otherwise he would not have protected Willow from landing face first onto the harsh ground.
The downside however was that they both were covered in the muck. Mother would surely not be pleased with them. But then, he couldn't help it. He began to laugh, hesitantly at first until finally it was a full blown belly laugh. His first laugh he had ever uttered was in the presence of his siblings and his siblings only. Funny. He remarked quietly in between laughing and he glanced behind him at Tempest and Lethe. They had somehow managed to escape the onslaught of mud, though not for long. Slowly he got up off the ground, being careful not to crush Willow in the process. His front paws stomped on the ground before him, the obvious stature of wanting to play. His tail began to wag and he didn't wait more then five minutes before he was barreling toward his older sister. His lengthy appendages allowed him to take up the ground quicker and soon he was upon her. Muddy paws clashed with fur, although where he made contact was uncertain. He landed in another heap of awkward limbs a few feet from Lethe, covered in more mud then what he had been before but he was determined to make his other two sisters just as muddy as him and Willow. Play? He questioned mischievously while waiting somewhat eagerly for a response. They needed to take advantage of this opportunity while it lasted, for it wouldn't last long before their mother caught wind of their absence.
notes: omg ornery lol tagged: @willow + Lethe + @santhenatempest muse: not bad word count: 761 status: complete.
Lethe took the lead of the group from the start as they walked away from their den. That was the only natural thing to do. The Boy fell to the back, and with Willow close at her side, she never looked back to see how closely the others were following. She could hear them, their steps clumsier than hers.
They walked through a muddy forest expanse, and Lethe turned up her nose at the smell. The earthiness might have been a welcome scent, but as the ground squelched beneath her paws, the tiny hisses of air trapped below the surface let out an odor that was unmistakable. “It feels funny,” Willow remarked beside her, and the young vessel looked down at her sister in response. “It smells funny,” she retorted, a small giggle rising in her throat as well.
She stopped as her sister continued forward and lifted a paw, sniffing it gingerly before pressing her tongue delicately against the squishy substance. She immediately regretted the decision and let out an audible gag, scraping her tongue against her front teeth. Ugh, she thought to herself. It was certainly no use to clean herself now, but it would be an awful process to clean themselves later. Perhaps she’d let Mother do it.
Before she could resolve to turn around, her short-legged sister tripped on herself, tumbling forward only to be caught by her darkest sibling. And suddenly, without warning, they were all covered in the very stink that she had, moments ago, decided she hated.
“Will—Boy—EW!” she stammered, reeling backwards. Lethe wanted to be angry, but then her brother started to laugh. She wasn’t sure she’d heard him do that before, she noted inwardly. It was contagious. The nickel-hued fae shook herself, spraying mud at all three of her siblings, and let laughter overtake her.
But, out of nowhere, her eyes flicked instinctively to motion. A dark pelted creature was barreling at her full-tilt. With no time to react, fiery irises twinkled and a full-blooded smirk wrapped its way around her maw. “Try me, Boy,” Lethe said under her breath, her tone dangerous.
And she ran—not away, but directly at him.
The two collided instantaneously, but Lethe was quick—she lowered herself instinctively, and the boy flew over top of her, crashing into more thick mud and tearing small plants out by the roots as he fell. She flashed him a devilish smile and pointed her tail into the air, laughter shaking her small body.
“Play?” he asked. The Boy was not a creature of many words.
“Play,” she responded, almost mockingly, but with a note of genuine affection. He was her brother, after all. Without missing a beat, she leapt into the air, twisting her lanky body into a pretzel, attempting to land on the shoulder of her brother before bouncing off to give Tempest’s ear a playful nip. She landed in a play-bow, tail wagging wildly in almost a circle. Lethe yipped at her siblings, daring them to take their shot at her. She’d beat them, probably. She was bigger than her sisters and better than The Boy. Athena had seemed to make that clear. But in the end, it was all fun.
The stinky smell had faded away.
w o r d s : 551? x ?m u s e : click? x ?t a g s : @willow, Onyx, @santhenatempest
Post by santhenatempest on May 3, 2015 6:33:17 GMT -5
Eagerly, the tiny female runt used her undersized legs to propel her forwards, skidding across an unusually-textured material that sucked at her paws. "Strange ground," she commented, inspecting her now-filthy feet.
Her younger sister, Willow, had fallen into the filth, but The Boy had saved her from landing face-first into the icky substance by diving underneath her to absorb her fall. He had then begun to play with Lethe, their oldest sibling.
"Play!" she panted, looking for something that she could do. Forgetting about her diminutive size, Tempest dived into the fray, playfully batting at her siblings. Tempest wasn't really one to playfight, but something inside of her seemed to decide that she ought to join in. Barely feeling Lethe's playful nip at her ear, Tempest rolled over and landed with her front bowed down and her rump pointing upwards, her tail wagging wildly. She wanted to play.
Without further notice, she leapt onto Lethe's back, knowing that none of her siblings would hurt her badly. Her paws scrambled for a hold onto her sister before teasingly batting her ears, careful to not cause any pain.
Suddenly, mid-bat, the minute fae tumbled off of the older femme's back, into the disgustingly-scented muck. Her previously silver pelt was now a dull brown as she squirmed around, getting back up to her paws. Quickly glancing at Lethe, the second eldest sibling slid under The Boy's stomach, aiming a gentle nip at his hind leg before rolling out again, heavily panting.
Wait - had she just done that? Tried to beat her larger, stronger siblings? The smaller she-wolf felt tired yet energetic somehow, and almost wanted to carry on, although she was a little afraid of being crushed by Lethe and The Boy's larger girths.
Lethe and The Boy would play together sometimes, wrestling each other on the ground. But they were both of a reasonable size and strength, unlike their weaker sister. She would probably get squashed flat! Tempest shook the thought of being engulfed by darkness away. What on earth was she thinking? Of course her siblings would never hurt her!
A quick flash of worry crossed her previously neutral expression, before being replaced by a look of anticipation, ready to play. Remembering her other sibling, Tempest eyed Willow with playful eyes, inviting her to join.
Was Willow one to play? She seemed more intrigued with plants and stars and other things that Tempest did not understand, but surely she could not turn down a little fun here and there.
Flashes of green in the corner of her vision distracted her as she turned around to take in the pretty surroundings. The leaves of the spring jungle were bright green with life and the ground was scattered with the same sticky brown goo and some thin vegetation that was occasionally broken with a thick clump of boscage. And all of this beauty was hers! Well, her pack's, at least.
Then she flicked her attention back to her littermates, quickly glancing at all three of them.
Words: 520 Tags: @willow OnyxLethe OOC: I'm so sorry for the horrible post D: Muse went down the drain.
A smile appeared on the girl’s tiny muzzle as she watched them play. Onyx and Lethe wrestled, their physical size and strength parallel to each other. She trudged ahead of her playful siblings, each of whom was undeniably wide awake in spite of the late hour. But Willow was unwilling to join the fray, keeping watch from a safe distance. She wasn’t very good at wrestling… or pouncing, or even walking. She was happy enough just being around, observing the other pups. Even Tempest, who was close to Willow’s own diminutive size, decided she would throw herself into the fun, nipping at The Boy.
To Willow, it was all in good fun, and life was innocence. The outside world was still far away, and with it, all the dangers and sorrows. The unspoken differences between male and female, between The Boy and his sisters, made little sense in Will’s young mind. Each of her siblings had beautiful eyes, a spectrum of warm sunset hues, clearly inherited from their mother. Willow, however, was growing more aware – of her surroundings, as well as her own body and features. And she had already realized that she did not look like her mother, as Tempest did. Her eyes were a strange yellow color, a unique trait among her siblings. And The Boy… Well, Willow could not even begin to guess where his coal black fur had originated from. Maybe it was one of those great mysteries of life their mother had mentioned before, questions that may not have obvious answers.
As she muddled forward, the ground became less solid with every step and the mud grew thicker until finally, she could walk no further. The harder she tugged at her forepaws, attempting to free them from the muck, the more trapped she began to feel. She weighed nearly nothing, and lacked the strength to pull herself out of the mud that came up to her chest. Still, the pup did not call out for help or attention, unwilling to spoil the fun of her sisters and brother.
The soft sound of rustling nearby caught Willow’s attention, drawing her focus away from her siblings. Piercing yellow orbs narrowed as she attempted to see through the dark of the night, her heart beginning to beat faster with every passing second. She knew that the jungle was dangerous. Their mother reminded them of this fact every day that the little family remained secluded in the lush territory, still separated from the rest of the pack. Her little nose sniffed tentatively, searching for a familiar scent… or, if they were not lucky, the unfamiliar scent of some unknown jungle beast, hungry for tiny, helpless wolf pups to devour. ”Hey… I think… Lethe?” She looked over her shoulder to her siblings, all decorated in splotches of earthy brown, and she tried to hide her growing concern, but Willow was certain someone was watching them now - someone other than the unseen goddess of the moon who watched over them all.
It felt good to be away from the den and away from his mother, as terrible as that may seem. But deep down inside he knew he was not wanted, and part of him loathed his mother for feeling that way towards him. Was it because he was different? Was he like his father? He imagined that had to be what it was. Perhaps he reminded her too much of the male she had bred with, whatever that meant. He tried to think of such things, as much as he hated to feel the way that he did. But suddenly being out here in the open made everything melt away. He was free. Free of the sharp glances and words, free of any type of punishment. It was just him and his sisters. The way that it should be. They did not judge him and merely accepted him, and as he rough housed with Lethe he felt happy. It was odd, for he never really felt "emotions" so to speak. It was while he was rough housing and tugging playfully on Lethe's ears that he withdrew himself for a moment to catch his bearings. He was covered from head to toe in thick layers of gooey muck and he felt ridiculous but he was enjoying himself and that was really all that mattered. Tempest took his spot then and he glanced over to see Willow leg deep in the mud. He shook his head and began to make his way towards her when he froze for a minute, the wind blowing around him. He felt eyes on him and it caused the fur along his spine to rise out of instinct. Hey... I think... Lethe? It was natural for Willow to call for Lethe, but he was already well aware. He seemed to be more in tune to his surroundings for the most part, and something just didn't settle right with him.
The Boy moved forward with a sense of urgency then. He hovered close to Willow until their pelts were touching against one another, her grey fur mingling with his ebony pelt. He pulled his paws out of the slop and pushed past her until he was in front of her, blocking her with his body. His auds were pinned backward and his hackles were clearly raised now and his orange eyes narrowed. His stance was defensive. Perhaps this was a bad idea. If something were to happen, it would be all of his fault. He could only imagine what the consequences would be if one of his sisters got injured. It would be one thing if he did, it would probably be seen as a blessing in disguise for their mother, but if they got hurt? All hell would break loose. A low growl rumbled from his larynx, loud enough to mean he meant business. Of course a measly little pup would not seem ferocious at all, but he was prepared to do whatever he could to protect his siblings. He could feel the presence of eyes on them and he glared into the darkness, daring them to approach them. Stay.. He spoke in a low monotone to Willow. Just one word meant a full sentence with him. He meant for her to remain behind him and she would be wise to do so. His temper could very much act like a fire, and at some point someone would be bound to get burnt. He waited, almost hopping they would show themselves. He wanted to prove that he could at least do one thing right.
notes: sorry for the ramblyness tagged: @willow + Lethe + @santhenatempest muse: decent word count: 744 status: complete.
Tundra x Mackenzie Valley ▹ 1 year ▹ Kairos Vanguard
She had known the pups to be gone before their own mother, who even still rested blissfully, of the belief that curled against her side were three magnificent daughters that would never think to run off - a son slightly off to the side, not meant to be a part of this family picture. She had scoffed at the idea of taking this matter into her own capable paws, not wanting to be held anymore responsible for Athena’s litter than she already was, but maternal instincts kicked in before she could fully convince herself to move on from the ordeal, leaving the slumbering she-wolf to an unwelcome surprise come her awakening; there was no denying the simple fact that Jaienyx would be a great mother, surely better than the rest of them anyway.
It required more time and effort than she had been willing to invest to finally catch a whiff of their mingling scents. She was unimpressed with the four of them. Not for the reason that was to be expected - for potentially giving their mother a heart attack if she woke up and realized they were missing - but instead for inconveniencing Jaienyx and making it so that it was now her responsibility to find them and return them to their mother.
She could’ve sworn that she heard something whispered under a puppy’s breath just beyond the bushes, something like a soft warning, before she pushed forward without giving it anymore thought, the deep golden pigment of her fur likely enough to sate the puppies’ fears before they realized that there was now something entirely different to be afraid of. Her dark eyes were scathing, taking in their matted, muddy appearances with intense disapproval before moving forward to round up the three daughters, taking extra care with ensuring Willow removed herself from behind The Boy’s shadow, hopefully favouring a shadow that was instead female. “Imagine my surprise at finding a mother resting alone, her offspring nowhere in immediate sight. You should all be ashamed of yourselves for scurrying off without warning like that. I expect you all to tell your mother about your little adventure and to then apologize for your misbehavior. Failure to do so will only result in deepening consequence from myself.” Her tone was harsh, leaving no room for error, expecting the three daughters to be directly in front of her as they returned to Athena’s den so that none of them would be able to again leave her sights. Jaienyx sparingly met The Boy’s orange eyes, something in her expression that hadn’t been there when she was addressing the girls, something like hostility. “There was nothing you could’ve done for them. Had there been a real threat behind those bushes, they would’ve died in spite of your miserable attempt at protection.” She looked away from him instantly, unfeeling in the face of how incredibly rude she had been to him, herding the girls in the direction of their mother with curt tosses of her head, unconcerned with whether or not The Boy happened to be following as well.
Post by santhenatempest on Jun 12, 2015 12:10:53 GMT -5
As Willow decided to merely spectate, Tempest shrugged and looked away from the smallest of the litter, facing The Boy and Lethe. However, they seemed to have lost interest in playing, apparently. The runt's fiery optics followed her brother's gaze; Willow was stuck in the muck.
"Will!" Tempest yelled, doing light hopping to avoid the sucking mud to reach her siblings. Why had they gathered there? ”Hey… I think… Lethe?” Of course. Lethe. Willow's saviour. Why not The Boy, or... Alarmed at where her thoughts had wandered, she shook her head. Why would I be jealous of Lethe? Silly me.
Going back to what Willow was saying, the miniscule pup's head swivelled towards where Willow and The Boy were looking, her eyes widened. The scent was familiar, she was sure, and the rustling meant that they wanted to meet them. Jaienyx. The she-wolf who sometimes visited the family of five, including their mother, food and water. She was a friend of Athena's, the litter's mother and sole full-time caretaker. "Hi." The voice that escaped was quiet and dull, since something told the pup that the moment was not an especially playful one.
“Imagine my surprise at finding a mother resting alone, her offspring nowhere in immediate sight. You should all be ashamed of yourselves for scurrying off without warning like that. I expect you all to tell your mother about your little adventure and to then apologize for your misbehavior. Failure to do so will only result in deepening consequence from myself.”
Tempest blinked at the words, trying to comprehend some of the more difficult vocabulary. Immediate? Misbehavior? Consequence? It was all rather confusing, but the young mind seemed to have gotten a little grip on things. She's telling us off for leaving our mother. Ducking her head, the guilty femme replied.
"Sorry, Jaienyx. Really sorry. Won't happen again. Promise." It was all that she could think of, before taking in her next words, although not directed towards the runt of the litter.
“There was nothing you could’ve done for them. Had there been a real threat behind those bushes, they would’ve died in spite of your miserable attempt at protection.”
Bit mean. It seemed that The Boy was always picked on, for some reason. A quiet, almost inaudible growl escaped Tempest's lips in frustration when she succumbed to her curious nature.
"Why do you always pick on The Boy? I mean, he's not always innocent, but no more guilty than one of us females." Hopefully trouble was not to be loaded onto Tempest's weak shoulders, and that Jaienyx would not be angry. If she is, then maybe that's a red flag. Perhaps we're not supposed to wonder this. Perhaps they're hiding something about the male kind that we don't know.
Just replying since Nile (Lethe) is absent and said that it was okay to skip Lethe in threads c: @willow OnyxJaienyxLethe 506 WC
When her paws were finally freed from the muck that threatened to devour her whole, the tiny she-wolf teetered unsteadily on her paws, bracing herself to keep from toppling over backwards. Instead, she lurched forward and closer to The Boy, her tiny heart pumping so hard, it felt as if it would burst through her chest. The Boy, normally mute as the moon up above, spoke another rare word – Stay – as Willow’s stubby limbs struggled to keep balance. She was terrified, but she couldn’t turn tail and run away now. It was her fault that any of this was happening. ”No, Boy, please don’t,” she urged. She didn’t want to see The Boy eaten by a monster. Instead of a monster, however, the golden enchantress appeared like a ghost in the darkness – it was someone that Willow knew, and while the feeling was not exactly mutual, she looked up to the female and admired everything about her. She was their mother’s friend, and the only other wolf who the pups knew so far in their brief lives.
The relief she felt when Jaienyx came into view was nearly overwhelming, and in a rush of emotion, she dashed to the golden wolf’s feet. She rubbed her soft cheek against the grown female’s leg in a gentle nuzzle. ”I’m so glad it’s you!” The moment she had spoken, though, Willow seemed to realize what she was doing. Slowly, she inched away from Jaienyx, putting a tiny distance between them before the grown-up moved herself away. Her gaze fell sheepishly to her muddy paws as Jaienyx turned her scorn to The Boy. Willow was too ashamed to speak up. It was her fault they were all awake. She wondered if their mother would be angry. Athena never really got angry with the pups. Thinking of their mother, asleep all alone in the jungle, unaware that her little ones had all vanished into the night, made Willow feel guilty, and she offered no argument when Jaienyx urged the girls back in the direction they had traveled.
Following on the heels of her older sister, Lethe, Willow stole a sideways glance up at Jaienyx as she walked, posture rigid and expression tense. She didn’t want the gold femme to hate her, or stop coming to visit. But her head jerked in Tempest’s direction when she spoke aloud, staring aghast in the pale pup’s direction. The pup’s saffron eyes were wide from surprise that one of them would dare to speak up after getting caught – and to challenge an adult was unthinkable for Willow. ”Temmy!” She frowned at her sister, but her pace began to slow as the question ruminated in her mind. She wanted to know the answer to the riddle – why was The Boy any different? Were all boys just as bad?
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