Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 18:18:49 GMT -5
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.
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.
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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.
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.