Post by Othrys on Apr 30, 2015 18:35:09 GMT -5
n e v e r k e p t a s a f e t y n e t t o c a t c h u s e v e n i f i f a l l
The young prince rolled out of bed early that morning, careful not to wake his mother or the pups she was laying with.
They weren’t all from his mother, he knew. They were Datura’s, the brown fae who always took to sleeping next to his mother with her brood. The others were still bigger than him, though he was growing quickly. Zohartze had told him he would be as big like his father, and he swelled with pride at the thought. He wanted to be big. The bigger you were, the more other wolves had to pay attention to you. You couldn’t go unnoticed.
There was Erebos, Beleth who never really talked, the white one named Samson, Typhon, and the tiny one named Pandora. And Lilith. She didn’t want much to do with anyone, but Othrys loved playing with her. She was strong too. And even though she was bigger than he was and beat him, part of him lived for it. He didn’t like to be beaten, but with her it was different. She was special.
But not as special as he was.
And then, of course, Ossa. His big sister, always quiet and respectful. She was born before he was, he knew. She thought she was better than him. Othrys thought so, anyway. She built him up, though. Complimented him. Told him he was strong, tough, the best of the litter. And he was, wasn’t he? The little wolf shook his pelt and gave his body a quiet stretch. His insides itched sometimes.
The large pup strode carefully, but he purposely stepped on his brother, the one who looked identical to him. He could tell because when they looked in the water, sometimes he had to double check to make sure they were different wolves, that there was definitely another body next to him. The black pup shot his brother a look, glimmering with mischief, as he darted out the mouth of the cave and into the open air of the morning.
His mother had warned them not to go too far. Auntie Datura’s pups seemed to obey for the most part, but he didn’t have to. He didn’t want to stay in the caves anymore—so he didn’t. The young brute glanced over his shoulder to see if Olympus was following him. He knew he wouldn’t get far without his brother coming after him.
The youthful mountain stood at the mouth of the swamp, staring in at the trees. Morning light came through the trees and vines in straight lines, cascading off of the moisture and the air turned into a chorus of dancers. Othrys wagged his tail and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. The sun glittered off of his black coat and made him feel warm, echoing the smoldering adrenaline inside his heart.
He’d wait for Olympus. He’d always wait for him. Every part of his growing body itched to go inside, but he wouldn’t go without him there. In Othrys’ mind, Oly didn’t want to be without him. In reality, it may not have seemed so one-sided. Really, Othrys didn’t want to be alone at all. What was the fun in doing anything if no one was watching? Why do anything if no one else was to know about it?
They weren’t all from his mother, he knew. They were Datura’s, the brown fae who always took to sleeping next to his mother with her brood. The others were still bigger than him, though he was growing quickly. Zohartze had told him he would be as big like his father, and he swelled with pride at the thought. He wanted to be big. The bigger you were, the more other wolves had to pay attention to you. You couldn’t go unnoticed.
There was Erebos, Beleth who never really talked, the white one named Samson, Typhon, and the tiny one named Pandora. And Lilith. She didn’t want much to do with anyone, but Othrys loved playing with her. She was strong too. And even though she was bigger than he was and beat him, part of him lived for it. He didn’t like to be beaten, but with her it was different. She was special.
But not as special as he was.
And then, of course, Ossa. His big sister, always quiet and respectful. She was born before he was, he knew. She thought she was better than him. Othrys thought so, anyway. She built him up, though. Complimented him. Told him he was strong, tough, the best of the litter. And he was, wasn’t he? The little wolf shook his pelt and gave his body a quiet stretch. His insides itched sometimes.
The large pup strode carefully, but he purposely stepped on his brother, the one who looked identical to him. He could tell because when they looked in the water, sometimes he had to double check to make sure they were different wolves, that there was definitely another body next to him. The black pup shot his brother a look, glimmering with mischief, as he darted out the mouth of the cave and into the open air of the morning.
His mother had warned them not to go too far. Auntie Datura’s pups seemed to obey for the most part, but he didn’t have to. He didn’t want to stay in the caves anymore—so he didn’t. The young brute glanced over his shoulder to see if Olympus was following him. He knew he wouldn’t get far without his brother coming after him.
The youthful mountain stood at the mouth of the swamp, staring in at the trees. Morning light came through the trees and vines in straight lines, cascading off of the moisture and the air turned into a chorus of dancers. Othrys wagged his tail and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. The sun glittered off of his black coat and made him feel warm, echoing the smoldering adrenaline inside his heart.
He’d wait for Olympus. He’d always wait for him. Every part of his growing body itched to go inside, but he wouldn’t go without him there. In Othrys’ mind, Oly didn’t want to be without him. In reality, it may not have seemed so one-sided. Really, Othrys didn’t want to be alone at all. What was the fun in doing anything if no one was watching? Why do anything if no one else was to know about it?