It’s poor taste, mother would say, how Erio wanders off now. Since introducing him to father, it has solidified the boy’s place among the family. Sinner is aware of his existence, thus marking him prudent to the lineage. He cannot be so easily discarded like mother originally intended. Of course, Valdis never said that aloud. It would be cruel to admit something like that, but the fire crackling in her eyes and the snarls she often adorned in Erio’s company was enough indication.
He isn’t wanted, isn’t loved, and yet he still pushes himself to rise higher than her expectations. Still, Erio practices determination to prove everyone wrong.
And so he consistently ventures off so that the world may shape and mold him. Experiences will define him more than mother’s scolding and negativity. He left in the night and pressed his lips to her brow in an affection kiss before melting into the shadows cloaked in fur and claws.
The meadow is a familiar place, and yet his feet guide him down worn trails. Erio’s eyes enthusiastically drink in the sights as the scenery shifts from open fields to shadowed and closed forests. Leaf beds scatter across the ground and rustle beneath his small weight as he threads through the trees, embracing the solitude for the first time ever. His shaggy coat ripples with each short stride. He glances back at it once with a small grin, becoming more and more comfortable in this skin.
There’s a reason father is the same.
Erio only stops once underneath a gnarled oak tree, his breath quickly steadying as he lowers his haunches to sit, his long tail curling around him contently while he observes the world with fascination.
[@[Astana]
He isn’t wanted, isn’t loved, and yet he still pushes himself to rise higher than her expectations. Still, Erio practices determination to prove everyone wrong.
And so he consistently ventures off so that the world may shape and mold him. Experiences will define him more than mother’s scolding and negativity. He left in the night and pressed his lips to her brow in an affection kiss before melting into the shadows cloaked in fur and claws.
The meadow is a familiar place, and yet his feet guide him down worn trails. Erio’s eyes enthusiastically drink in the sights as the scenery shifts from open fields to shadowed and closed forests. Leaf beds scatter across the ground and rustle beneath his small weight as he threads through the trees, embracing the solitude for the first time ever. His shaggy coat ripples with each short stride. He glances back at it once with a small grin, becoming more and more comfortable in this skin.
There’s a reason father is the same.
Erio only stops once underneath a gnarled oak tree, his breath quickly steadying as he lowers his haunches to sit, his long tail curling around him contently while he observes the world with fascination.
[@[Astana]