Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 3:53:48 GMT -5
Petite white paws had brought her here, but they could not bring the small girl back. Terror filled her small body as Octavia trembled in place, unable to force herself to move. What if I can't get back home? Will someone find me? Will I be alone forever? The poor thing had tears rolling down her dirty cheeks, pale green eyes darting wildly back and forth, seeing nothing but the blurry darkness of the forest. She was too young to be out here alone, but something had drawn her away from the den where her two litter mates laid sleeping against their mother. Something that pulled her from the inside, and led her half-asleep through the deer paths and out here, where she had never been before.
But the sadness and fear gripped her around the middle and froze her steps when she entered new territory, and now here she was, unable to move for fear of becoming even more lost. Octavia was not even a year old, and the runt of the litter to boot; she was treated as though she were more fragile, despite still being the daughter of Amara, and having lived as long as she had. Many runts would not have made it so far, but her small size had not detracted from her fierceness to eat or her determination to survive. She was not, as some would assume, a delicate flower, though her physical limits were dependant upon her unfortunate size.
The one thing Octavia did suffer from, the one thing she could not conquer, was her internal struggle with being left alone; even though she had come here seemingly of her own accord, her insides writhed and twisted and pained her beyond belief. "HELP," she cried pathetically, her voice quiet and shaking with her sobs. "PLEASE HELP ME!" No help came, of course, being that she had wandered so far before she realized it. With her outcries came some measure of power back to her limbs, and in a burst of energy she darted further into the forest, unknowingly leading herself away from her salvation, her family.
With her eyes half-closed, Octavia flew through the forest on tiny paws, stumbling and tripping but continuing with her forward momentum until she splashed right into the water, sputtering as it got into her nose and mouth, causing her to falter and become still once again. Ears pulled back against her head, Octavia opened her eyes fully and stared forward, then turned her neck up and caught a glimpse of the moon, perfectly round and extraordinarily bright. It reflected the sun's light on every surface that wasn't shadowed, and stood directly above the dirty white wolf, causing her fur to shine and glow.
As soon as she locked her eyes upon it, the depression and angst in her heart melted away. She was no longer anxious and afraid, but calm, collected, soothed, as though Amara herself was cooing down at her from the sky. Tavia's earlier tears began to dry as she blinked the sparkles from her eyes, sitting herself down in the water to more comfortably stare at her savior. The moon was an entity, a beautiful and untouchable creature that Octavia felt an intense longing for. She wanted to touch it, to feel the cold rockiness, to curl up inside of that bright orb and lose herself completely. Never before had she seen such a beautiful sight; though she was several months old, the small wolf could not recall having seen the moon like this or ever before. It was the most beautiful sight.
When her eyes had returned to normal, Octavia glanced down at herself, half-immersed in the water of the lake, and gasped, lifting a paw to see how brightly even her wet fur could shine. In the light of the moon, she had no grey splotches, no dirtiness to her pelt; as she turned to look at the length of her body, standing at the same time, it was all white and glowing, pure, unbroken. She looked like her mother, only smaller, and the tears returned, and mixture of happiness and hatred that stirred inside of her and created a turmoil she had in the past. She resented her mother for cursing her as she did, molding the pup after herself but smaller, weaker, and with all of the same mental anguish. Her brother and sister did not suffer this insanity; why should Tavia? She already was the runt, and this sickness only added to her detriments. How could her mother do this to her?
As she soaked in the imagined warmth from the moon, Octavia sighed and closed her eyes, lowering her body into the cool water and paddling her legs, the familiar motion carrying her across the surface of the lake with hardly a splash. She had loved to swim for as long as she could remember, and she had always been very good at it. When she was old enough, fishing would become an option; for now, she still relied upon her mother for food, another reason to detest her. Soon enough, that would change; soon enough, Tavia would meet the rest of her family, and she was bound and determined to spend all of her time away from Amara. In the meantime, she would remind herself that all of this was only temporary--the fear and loneliness, her fiery temper, they couldn't last forever.
Nothing could last forever.
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Notes || Just throwing this out here because I wanted to so pffffttttt
But the sadness and fear gripped her around the middle and froze her steps when she entered new territory, and now here she was, unable to move for fear of becoming even more lost. Octavia was not even a year old, and the runt of the litter to boot; she was treated as though she were more fragile, despite still being the daughter of Amara, and having lived as long as she had. Many runts would not have made it so far, but her small size had not detracted from her fierceness to eat or her determination to survive. She was not, as some would assume, a delicate flower, though her physical limits were dependant upon her unfortunate size.
The one thing Octavia did suffer from, the one thing she could not conquer, was her internal struggle with being left alone; even though she had come here seemingly of her own accord, her insides writhed and twisted and pained her beyond belief. "HELP," she cried pathetically, her voice quiet and shaking with her sobs. "PLEASE HELP ME!" No help came, of course, being that she had wandered so far before she realized it. With her outcries came some measure of power back to her limbs, and in a burst of energy she darted further into the forest, unknowingly leading herself away from her salvation, her family.
With her eyes half-closed, Octavia flew through the forest on tiny paws, stumbling and tripping but continuing with her forward momentum until she splashed right into the water, sputtering as it got into her nose and mouth, causing her to falter and become still once again. Ears pulled back against her head, Octavia opened her eyes fully and stared forward, then turned her neck up and caught a glimpse of the moon, perfectly round and extraordinarily bright. It reflected the sun's light on every surface that wasn't shadowed, and stood directly above the dirty white wolf, causing her fur to shine and glow.
As soon as she locked her eyes upon it, the depression and angst in her heart melted away. She was no longer anxious and afraid, but calm, collected, soothed, as though Amara herself was cooing down at her from the sky. Tavia's earlier tears began to dry as she blinked the sparkles from her eyes, sitting herself down in the water to more comfortably stare at her savior. The moon was an entity, a beautiful and untouchable creature that Octavia felt an intense longing for. She wanted to touch it, to feel the cold rockiness, to curl up inside of that bright orb and lose herself completely. Never before had she seen such a beautiful sight; though she was several months old, the small wolf could not recall having seen the moon like this or ever before. It was the most beautiful sight.
When her eyes had returned to normal, Octavia glanced down at herself, half-immersed in the water of the lake, and gasped, lifting a paw to see how brightly even her wet fur could shine. In the light of the moon, she had no grey splotches, no dirtiness to her pelt; as she turned to look at the length of her body, standing at the same time, it was all white and glowing, pure, unbroken. She looked like her mother, only smaller, and the tears returned, and mixture of happiness and hatred that stirred inside of her and created a turmoil she had in the past. She resented her mother for cursing her as she did, molding the pup after herself but smaller, weaker, and with all of the same mental anguish. Her brother and sister did not suffer this insanity; why should Tavia? She already was the runt, and this sickness only added to her detriments. How could her mother do this to her?
As she soaked in the imagined warmth from the moon, Octavia sighed and closed her eyes, lowering her body into the cool water and paddling her legs, the familiar motion carrying her across the surface of the lake with hardly a splash. She had loved to swim for as long as she could remember, and she had always been very good at it. When she was old enough, fishing would become an option; for now, she still relied upon her mother for food, another reason to detest her. Soon enough, that would change; soon enough, Tavia would meet the rest of her family, and she was bound and determined to spend all of her time away from Amara. In the meantime, she would remind herself that all of this was only temporary--the fear and loneliness, her fiery temper, they couldn't last forever.
Nothing could last forever.
Words || 928
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Notes || Just throwing this out here because I wanted to so pffffttttt