Post by Onyx on May 6, 2015 21:17:48 GMT -5
From the moment he was born he knew he was different. If his gender wasn't a sheer indicator it was simply by the way he carried himself. He hardly spoke, unless directly spoken to. And he hardly reacted to much, even when his mother would reprimand him for disturbing his sisters, or for rough housing them. He had been confused at first, wasn't that what pups were supposed to do? And then after awhile he grew accustomed to it, knowing better then to show any affection to his sisters whilst their mother was around. He had been neglected, shoved away. He hadn't even been granted a name. It was as if he were trash, but his sisters hadn't treated him that way. They called him "The Boy" and he had grown quite used to it, often granting his smallest sister Willow a smile here and there whenever she spoke to him. Although he could not discern what affection was he did feel the urge to protect his smallest sister. But as time slowly passed, he became more curious of the outside world that their mother sheltered them from. He had only ever ventured out of their den once and that was with his other three siblings in toe. Granted they had all gotten into a heap load of trouble afterwards (probably because they were soaked from head to foot in mud) but he had..dare he say it.. enjoyed it! There was something about feeling the wind caress his face that made him hungry for more. He loved the freedom that being "outside" provided, and he wouldn't stop until he got it. On this particular night he had been sure to lay closest to the mouth of their den. He continued with their usual nightly routine. All of them would crowd around their mother as she told them stories of the goddess in the sky. He always hung back, knowing that his sisters took first priority. But he still listened. When the stories were over they all clambered closer to their mother's side, and before long he could feel the steady rise and fall of his sibling's sides as they slept. It was then that he slowly pealed back his eyelids, his bright orange optics glancing to his side to check his sleeping sisters.
Each of them had their own unique sleeping position. Lethe was lying beneath Tempest, meanwhile Willow was sprawled out with the lower half of her body draped across Tempest and the rest of her body snuggled up against their mother. It didn't take much for him to move away from them, just a little bit of back pedaling. He strode closer to the mouth of the den but halted for a moment. Glancing over his shoulder he gazed at his family, his eyes falling onto his sisters. He watched them for a moment, allowing this image to burn into the back of his brain before he took the leap out of the den. His paws landed in mud, the substance squishing between his toes. He stood still for a moment, holding his breath as the wind brushed against his face. He waited to see if his mother noticed his absence, but when neither she nor his sisters did he took his leave. He moved forward quickly, but it was still somewhat awkward because of his longer limbs. He was sprouting into a fit young brute, he would be muscular and healthy with the older he became. The stars dotted the night sky, as if they were leading him to his new destiny. He did not follow a particular trail and instead continued to move, to run as far as he could as fast as he could. Eventually the familiar scenery of his home began to wither away, but he paid no mind to this. It was when his legs began to tire that he slowed his gait, until finally he pulled to a complete halt. He pulled his haunches beneath him and sat, the ebony colored pup blending into the dark scenery aside from the silver patches on his body that stuck out like a sore thumb. He glanced back up at the sky, watching the stars eagerly. It was when he dropped his gaze that the true emptiness hit. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone. Something told him that his mother would not come searching, she would no longer be burdened by him. Another part of him thought of his sisters, and for once his heart dropped. He shrugged the feelings aside though. It was better this way. He would not feel sorry for himself, he could not. It was then that he lowered himself to the ground completely. His eyes closing as he allowed himself to drift off into sleep. Perhaps a better life would be waiting for him out here tomorrow.
notes: here we go <3
tagged: @datura
muse: muse explosion
word count: 954.
status: complete.