07-03-2019, 10:21 AM
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<i>steal</i>
She was becoming unsettlingly comfortable with the rose gold mares voice bouncing around her head.
When Felicitey had opened her eyes she expected to find her mother not far off grazing, waiting, for her daughter to wake. She found no such thing. Her mother had left to "take care of business" once again. She rolled her eyes and huffed in frustration.
Her father. She was sure that is where she must have gone. It was entirely unfair that she got to see him - so she assumed - and she had only gotten to meet him once.
<i>steal</i>
Who better to steal from then her illusive father. She knew where she wanted to go, all she needed was Dexter. She knew he wouldn't be far off. He dangled in a tree above her head peering at her softly. She smiled and shifted to her lion form, as Dexter joined her.
They traveled quickly as a pair in this form, one melding close to the other. They crossed the meadow and snuck into Pangea. Though she didn't much have to sneak, it wasn't like her mom was around.
They wound and curved through the slender canyon breaks. She kept low to the ground her belly grazing the red earth. Quickly and more suddenly then she expect she came upon the home of her illusive father.
It was nothing special, she thought, a hole in the wall. She hid behind a thicket watching. A cave draped in moss, that tangled in the wind. It curved up and out, a lookout stop it.
Fit for a king. A lonely king.
Her mother nor her father seemed to be around. Felicitey protruded from the thicket, staying low and quiet. Almost mute to the outside world. She crept between the moss coverings. The cave had been well worn, even if she could only pick up one scent so it seemed, her fathers. Not her mothers... or not a recent one.
Her face shifted around the cave, her mismatched eyes adjusting to the darkness of it all. It seemed pretty bare, comfortable, but bare. Save for a reflection tucked into the corner of the floor. She inhaled.
Her mother.
She made her way across the small cavern. As she closed the distance the rather large, white, opal feather took solid form. It was bright and harsh against the darkness of this place. Not knowing why, Felicity became devoured in a need to take that feather.
Why did her father deserve it anyways. He did not love her mother. Her mother did not love him, did she? The confusion and anger solidified in her head.
<i>steal</i>
He did not deserve such beauty amongst his lonely home. Gingerly she took the feather in her toothy mouth and turned her head to pass it off to Dexter, who tucked it safely between Felicitey and himself.
Noone, even if they stopped her to question her, would know the feather was tucked away.
She exited the hole in Pangea and made her way slower this time back to the meadow. The farther she trailed away the more at ease she became, as if a deep rooted itch had been sufficed. By the time she made it back to the meadow and their small resting spot, her mother had returned.
Cocking an eyebrow at Felicitey she did not question her only watched her patiently shift from lion to horse - she seemed to be handling this better than she used to. Siddling up to her mom she closed her eyes as she tucked herself beneath those opal colored feathers.
And she slept.<p class="felicitey_name">felicitey</p> <p class="felicitey_quote">who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.</p> </div> </div> </center>
<i>steal</i>
She was becoming unsettlingly comfortable with the rose gold mares voice bouncing around her head.
When Felicitey had opened her eyes she expected to find her mother not far off grazing, waiting, for her daughter to wake. She found no such thing. Her mother had left to "take care of business" once again. She rolled her eyes and huffed in frustration.
Her father. She was sure that is where she must have gone. It was entirely unfair that she got to see him - so she assumed - and she had only gotten to meet him once.
<i>steal</i>
Who better to steal from then her illusive father. She knew where she wanted to go, all she needed was Dexter. She knew he wouldn't be far off. He dangled in a tree above her head peering at her softly. She smiled and shifted to her lion form, as Dexter joined her.
They traveled quickly as a pair in this form, one melding close to the other. They crossed the meadow and snuck into Pangea. Though she didn't much have to sneak, it wasn't like her mom was around.
They wound and curved through the slender canyon breaks. She kept low to the ground her belly grazing the red earth. Quickly and more suddenly then she expect she came upon the home of her illusive father.
It was nothing special, she thought, a hole in the wall. She hid behind a thicket watching. A cave draped in moss, that tangled in the wind. It curved up and out, a lookout stop it.
Fit for a king. A lonely king.
Her mother nor her father seemed to be around. Felicitey protruded from the thicket, staying low and quiet. Almost mute to the outside world. She crept between the moss coverings. The cave had been well worn, even if she could only pick up one scent so it seemed, her fathers. Not her mothers... or not a recent one.
Her face shifted around the cave, her mismatched eyes adjusting to the darkness of it all. It seemed pretty bare, comfortable, but bare. Save for a reflection tucked into the corner of the floor. She inhaled.
Her mother.
She made her way across the small cavern. As she closed the distance the rather large, white, opal feather took solid form. It was bright and harsh against the darkness of this place. Not knowing why, Felicity became devoured in a need to take that feather.
Why did her father deserve it anyways. He did not love her mother. Her mother did not love him, did she? The confusion and anger solidified in her head.
<i>steal</i>
He did not deserve such beauty amongst his lonely home. Gingerly she took the feather in her toothy mouth and turned her head to pass it off to Dexter, who tucked it safely between Felicitey and himself.
Noone, even if they stopped her to question her, would know the feather was tucked away.
She exited the hole in Pangea and made her way slower this time back to the meadow. The farther she trailed away the more at ease she became, as if a deep rooted itch had been sufficed. By the time she made it back to the meadow and their small resting spot, her mother had returned.
Cocking an eyebrow at Felicitey she did not question her only watched her patiently shift from lion to horse - she seemed to be handling this better than she used to. Siddling up to her mom she closed her eyes as she tucked herself beneath those opal colored feathers.
And she slept.<p class="felicitey_name">felicitey</p> <p class="felicitey_quote">who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.</p> </div> </div> </center>
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