02-25-2017, 10:01 AM
He punishes her with his disapproving looks; he cannot see beyond Feast & Famine’s appearance of plainness.
(She has; she has beheld the dark majesty of those creepy colts because Sinew dreams, and in her dreams, she knows things - not from a witchy precognition that she does not possess, but in the most basest of ways: blood and mother’s intuition.)
His punishments are small slights that cause little to no grievance; Sinew does as she pleases, flaunts the colts before him as she denies him his fear-fest and only sneers every time he looks at her in mistrust and denial. She knows that he cannot see it - not yet, but given time, these two will be twin forces to be reckoned with. So she keeps to herself, to the twins, and often goes to the meadow in the middle of the night.
Sinew always comes back, always to him and here, this abject waste of wilderness.
(She always comes back, and again, she is to grow heavy with his get. He might not think the colts are much, and tries again, in hopes vain and proud to produce something extraordinary from her painted loins.)
He beckons to them from on high;
She listens, almost thinks to ignore but perhaps not this time - she’ll give him no open challenge, and just comes, like some of them do, curious more than anything. Sinew was never much for participation; she chose to keep to herself and the colts that trail her, one hardy and the other sickly, but both so full of promise (because she knows, they cannot be disappointments - not yet).
“I think I should like to join you in going to Tephra.”
She does not speak loudly, knowing that he will hear her and knowing that she gives him little to no choice in turning her down. Sinew has her reasons for joining him, mostly because she is curious to see how much longer he can keep his hunger in check and it has been a long time since he has fed off others, or tried.
(Feast and Famine stand behind her, flanking her to either side and she can feel the small press of their shoulders against her hindquarters. One feels eager, almost too eager from the tremor in his skin and the other, thin but not shaking but it is not time for them to explore - not yet, because she does not trust Pangea’s ilk around her.)
(She has; she has beheld the dark majesty of those creepy colts because Sinew dreams, and in her dreams, she knows things - not from a witchy precognition that she does not possess, but in the most basest of ways: blood and mother’s intuition.)
His punishments are small slights that cause little to no grievance; Sinew does as she pleases, flaunts the colts before him as she denies him his fear-fest and only sneers every time he looks at her in mistrust and denial. She knows that he cannot see it - not yet, but given time, these two will be twin forces to be reckoned with. So she keeps to herself, to the twins, and often goes to the meadow in the middle of the night.
Sinew always comes back, always to him and here, this abject waste of wilderness.
(She always comes back, and again, she is to grow heavy with his get. He might not think the colts are much, and tries again, in hopes vain and proud to produce something extraordinary from her painted loins.)
He beckons to them from on high;
She listens, almost thinks to ignore but perhaps not this time - she’ll give him no open challenge, and just comes, like some of them do, curious more than anything. Sinew was never much for participation; she chose to keep to herself and the colts that trail her, one hardy and the other sickly, but both so full of promise (because she knows, they cannot be disappointments - not yet).
“I think I should like to join you in going to Tephra.”
She does not speak loudly, knowing that he will hear her and knowing that she gives him little to no choice in turning her down. Sinew has her reasons for joining him, mostly because she is curious to see how much longer he can keep his hunger in check and it has been a long time since he has fed off others, or tried.
(Feast and Famine stand behind her, flanking her to either side and she can feel the small press of their shoulders against her hindquarters. One feels eager, almost too eager from the tremor in his skin and the other, thin but not shaking but it is not time for them to explore - not yet, because she does not trust Pangea’s ilk around her.)