- strengthening bonds [Fawn]

[Messoria]

It was time, Messoria had decided, to pull herself from the stupor she’d fallen into. While her heart was not healed, she knew that she could not continue to mourn what was lost. And so it was that she found her strength, though sometimes still it faltered. She, Messoria had decided, could not afford to seem weak – especially now. The breeding season was upon them, and surprisingly only one she-wolf had begun to sport a bulging belly; Sabaoth’s Consort, Odara, seemed healthy and happy from what the Matriarch had seen. And it was Messoria’s duty to ensure that it stayed that way. There was the matter of the two newborn pups she’d helped the nameless white femme who Sabaoth had brought ashore deliver, as well. Roka had willingly taken them, it seemed, and Messoria had been relieved. It was a blessing in disguise when Roka’s season had come late – or perhaps early; had it not been for her, the pups would not have had milk to nourish them and survive.

The morning found her moving swiftly through the trees, following a familiar scent as she angled towards the caverns. She would have known the smell of her youngest daughter anywhere, and it was Fawn she sought today, simply for her company. Ever since the disappearance of Nimue and Morrigan, Messoria had worried that her other children would follow suite. And with Croix and Hyperion participating in the Agoge, her diminutive daughter was the only of her children who currently remained upon Ina’mos – though her brothers would return in time. It was an opportunity for Messoria to spend time with her entirely unhindered; she would have no pregnant belly or new pups to care for this season, after all.

The scent lead her to the caverns, where Messoria paused briefly outside before slipping into the cool dimness of the cave. Amber eyes seeming almost to glow in the low light, the she-wolf proceeded forward several steps before stopping, cocking her head to one side. ”Fawn?” She called quietly, her voice echoing further into the tunnels. She did not wish to disturb her daughter if she was sleeping, or if she did not want company, so Messoria stood still and quiet, patiently waiting to see if her call would be answered.

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[Fawn]

Sometimes when the outside world became to much Fawn sought the more quieter places. But she couldn't be still and her mind refused to be turned off. Instead she paced like a caged animal trying to will herself to go to sleep but her brain still fired off a hundred different things in turn. 

The thought she should perhaps go find Oly sprung to mind, since he really was the only friend she had around. But she knew she needed to rest, so she would stay and continue to try. One thought in particular kept springing up into her mind, this was the last season she was safe from. Next year she would be old enough...

She didn't want to be a mother, she didn't want to just be a hunter, she wanted adventure, breaking the standards her father set in place for Kairos. But she didn't know what to do. She lacked the size Lilith had, she could make others see her differently, but Fawn was small and easily beaten in a fight. Normally her size didn't phase her but the stress of what would soon come made her wish for the first time in her life that she was bigger. A deep sigh escaped her lips. All she had was her spirit and wits, she would use them as best she could to forge her own path. 

A relief came in one word. Her tawny ears perked to her mothers voice call out to her. She hadn't spent much time with Messoria since her sisters left and felt a little bad about it. With Father leaving in addition, she was surely feeling abandoned. Fawn should have been there more..

Changing her pattern of pacing, Fawn walked towards the sound. Bright blue eyes looked up at the darker amber orbs of her mother and smiled, placing her mask of innocence easily over the turbulence she felt inside. "Hello Mother dear." She chirped sweetly as her tail lazily swung side to side. 


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[Messoria]

There was a quiet stirring deeper within the caverns as Messoria called for her daughter, and a moment later Fawn appeared. At the sight of her, Messoria smiled. She was the only pup out of all of her siblings who had not grown to tower over Messoria, and instead the two stood eye-to-eye. The Matriarch took a moment to look Fawn over, her gaze sliding from her daughter’s vivid blue eyes to her lovely dappled pelt and back again. She looked well, Messoria was pleased to notice. Though she knew all of the disappearances must have been hard on Fawn, much like they had been for her, it seemed as if the young she-wolf carried on. Messoria had not forgotten how very close Fawn had been with Nimue and Morrigan; she knew very well how it felt to be left behind.

”Hello, my darling,” she said, gesturing with her head towards the mouth of the cavern. ”Come. Walk with me.” She paused only for a moment, before turning and strolling alongside Fawn as the two made their way out of the caves. The winter air was crisp and cool, the clouds a gentle gray hue far above them. There was still a light dusting of snow upon the forest floor, giving Ina’mos a calm, almost angelic appearance.

”How have you been?” She asked as she turned her amber-hued gaze to Fawn, genuine curiosity and sincerity shining in her eyes. Messoria had always had a genuine interest in her children and how they fared – especially now that everything had changed so swiftly. From the departure of her daughters to the disappearance of her mate and her subsequent rise to Matriarch, Messoria had felt as if life upon Ina’mos was a whirlwind. And now Typhon, half-brother to Fawn, was Emperor. She was sure it must have been a confusing time for the inhabitants of Ina’mos…including her daughter.

”I know things have been…interesting,” she said with a wry smile. ”But I hope you are well. I’ve seen so little of you since you returned from the conquest.” Originally Messoria had been stunned to learn that Fawn had accompanied Typhon, Sabaoth, and several others to conquer Valyn territory. And yet, at the same time, it hadn’t been terribly unexpected. Fawn had always been just as feisty and spirited as her brothers in her own way, and while Messoria had worried for the well-being of her daughter, she had not objected. Fawn’s path was her own to pave now.

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[Fawn]

Even as Messoria looked over her, Fawn inspected her mother to ensure she was still healthy and fit despite the obvious hardship she had gone through. To look at them no one would have thought they were related. Fawns bright blue eyes and dappled tawny fur reflected none of Messoria's pretty raven hued pelt and shining amber eyes. Silently Fawn wondered if that brought her mother a measure of pain. While Nimue looked just like Father, Fawn still inherited his eyes and lighter complexion. Was she a reminder of Goliaths abandonment?

However, she didn't pick up any sign of such emotions from her mother as she invited her daughter to take a walk with her. "I've been good, Mother." Messoria was one of the few Fawn minded her tongue around. While the Matriarch never tried to stifle her free spirit, Fawn held a respect for her mother to watch the sarcasm and other fire edged traits she normally let fly. 

"I've actually made a friend in Olympus and Typhon." She said happily with an excited way of her tail. What she failed to mention was the development of a crush she was starting to have on the inky brute. No one knew that story and she convinced herself it was really nothing....it was only because he took her as she was and didn't measure her up against the others in judgement. Anyway....

"Things have been interesting, Mother. The trip with Typhon was exciting and I am proud to have been able to help out in my own small way." With Sabaoth to back her up, she was fearless with her wit and tongue that day. What fun!

"But what of you, Mother? Do you like being matriarch?" Curious to hear how her mother really was faring, Fawn watched her face carefully to pick up any sign of what Messoria was truly thinking. But even if here pain was vocalized, what could she do? She was still just a young girl. In reality, she could give moral support...if she could focus long enough. Summoning all her will power to not be distracted, Fawn began to wrestle already. She must focus..


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[Messoria]

Messoria listened intently as Fawn spoke, genuinely glad to hear of whatever news her daughter had to offer. It was no secret that Messoria adored her children; she’d loved them when they were young, paying rapt attention to them and strengthening them when needed, teaching them everything she felt they needed to know. And though they were grown now, Messoria had no desire to disappear from their lives. She had never understood how some brutes – and even some mothers – could want nothing to do with their children. The thought brought Titan to mind, Kairos’ previous General, who’d promptly disappeared after impregnating several she-wolves, including Messoria’s dear friend, Lichen.

Almost as if reading her mind, Fawn spoke once more, though instead of Titan it was his son he mentioned – Olympus. Messoria smiled, glad to hear that Fawn had chosen such wondrous friends. Typhon, her half-brother, had proven to be a respectable young brute who Messoria was fond of. And as for Olympus, Messoria had practically raised him alongside Lichen in his younger days, just as Lichen had done with the Matriarch’s brood. While Messoria had not spoken much to Olympus or his twin since they’d grown to adulthood, she was well aware that he was one of the few young males upon the island not related to Fawn – and Messoria had the sneaking suspicion that Fawn was aware of it, too. Call it a Mother’s Intuition, but Messoria would not have been surprised if the two claimed each other as mates later down the road. But she did not pry, instead offering a simple, ”You have good taste in friends. Both Typhon and Olympus are fine companions.”

And then the conversation turned to Messoria as Fawn posed a question, one which Messoria was not swift to answer. She mulled over it, considering how much to admit to her dappled daughter. ”I do enjoy it. It gives me a purpose, something to do with my days, and I am grateful that Typhon saw me fit to handle such a huge responsibility,” she said. ”I only wish it had come forth under different circumstances.” The loss of Goliath and Datura had subsequently been the reasoning for her promotion; did Fawn miss him, she wondered? Goliath had not always been active in his children’s lives, but still, it was a possibility. A soft sigh slid from her maw. ”It gets easier to deal with, with each day,” she murmured, speaking of her mate’s departure. ”But I do not think I will ever be quite the same. I hope that when you are old enough to give your heart away that you never lose it.”

TAG: Fawn

[Fawn]

Beaming at her mother  when she voiced her approval of Fawn's choice in companions, the dappled girl let a small bounce entwine into her steps. She knew Messoria helped raise the current Emperor so was more familiar with what he was like deep down. Still she approved so that spoke volumes. 

The sharp girl noticed the momentary hang of silence and wondered why her mother hesitated. Once she did speak of it, she said she liked it. Oh yes, Datura. The previous Matriarch and her mother were close friends, of course the ebony female would take it hard as well as the disappearance of her dear Goliath. 

Fawn felt rather bad for reacting so coldly to her father's leaving. It obviously affected her mother deeply and she felt like a horrible daughter for hardening herself against it. But she wouldn't day unless directly asked. 

"You still have us, Mother." A small comfort to where the matters of the heart were concerned. Three children as opposed to a mate and five but she wasn't alone. Fawn didn't know how to comfort her. "Hyp is back and will take care of you. Croix will return soon. I wont be going anywhere." The feeling of the desire to make her mother proud became stronger at that moment, of course Messoria adored them regardless but if Fawn could do well it may help ease her sorrows that much more. 

"I'll be careful of whom I choose.." She promised, once again reminded of how close she was to becoming of age. How would she know she would make a good choice? Maybe she would know for sure in a way she, as of yet, didnt know existed.  Being carefree was great and she would always want to have certain freedoms when she was older. Her mate would have to respect that. She could just feel the itch to bolt under a controlling brute, yes that would never do.


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