09-21-2017, 02:30 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
These four lonely souls have changed the way I feel.
The boys had always been at odds, had always been envious of one another, had always resented their father. He hadn't been around to bear the brunt of their ire, so daggers were thrown at one another. She wished she could make them see how much they needed each other, how deep and strong their connection could be. She'd be better off talking to the rocks at her feet. They had more in common than they realized, unfortunately they were both hard-headed and stubborn, each desiring to be the victor or the Alpha in the relationship. Silly, silly boys.
She had her own special bond with each of them, the same, but different. Her bond with @[Corvus] was more earthbound, ironically enough. She had taught him about wind currents, feeling the air and the earth around him, being in tune with nature. He wanted so much to be a part of a pack, and Jah-Lilah sometimes grew exasperated trying to explain that she herself was alone when she came upon them, and pack mentality was sometimes overrated. He was moody and silent, brooding away when she tried to demonstrate the value of depending solely on oneself. How to tell the goldenrod son that he was enough.
Then there was @[Crevan]. Always go, never stop. Obnoxious, loud, rowdy. She and him had shared many inside jokes, much to the annoyance of others. He pestered her to death about war stories of the plains, and wanted to know about her bond with the animals and the Earth-Mother. Wanted her to teach him about fire, to run with the creatures of the woods. How many times had she allowed him to practice hunting with her as his prey? These were all but hers, the two yellow colts. They had come to her tree today though to argue? To bicker? She thought not.
Corvus stares daggers into his sib, and it is not lost on Crevan. The younger son mockingly repeats the name Jah-Lilah had given to Corvus as a babe, and instinctually her ears are at half-mast. She sighs heavily, perhaps a bit over exaggeratedly as she listens to him prod his brother with words. Then he attempts to bring his surrogate into it, and she's having none of it. She rolls her green eyes, snorting long and loud. "Fire-Fang, don't start." She warns, not turning to the pair just yet, attempting to continue to enjoy her afternoon. Crevan, as fucking relentless as always, continues being messy. She cranes her neck around to eyeball him, then turns round to step between the pair, shouldering her way in between them. "Be quiet!" She snaps aggressively, because now he's insulting his brother, his father, and her mate, and her patience is wearing thin with them. "Don't bring me into your childish bullshit Fire-Fang, hiding behind that Wolf-Mask." She then turns to the eldest, if he thought he was escaping her today, he too, was wrong. "Corvus, why didn't you come when your mother beckoned for her family? She means nothing to you? I mean nothing to you?"
The red mare had a look and a tone rarely seen outside of the small family group, and she was beyond pissy that at a time like this she even had to see the boys at each others' throats.
I'm standing still, and nothing else matters now.
The boys had always been at odds, had always been envious of one another, had always resented their father. He hadn't been around to bear the brunt of their ire, so daggers were thrown at one another. She wished she could make them see how much they needed each other, how deep and strong their connection could be. She'd be better off talking to the rocks at her feet. They had more in common than they realized, unfortunately they were both hard-headed and stubborn, each desiring to be the victor or the Alpha in the relationship. Silly, silly boys.
She had her own special bond with each of them, the same, but different. Her bond with @[Corvus] was more earthbound, ironically enough. She had taught him about wind currents, feeling the air and the earth around him, being in tune with nature. He wanted so much to be a part of a pack, and Jah-Lilah sometimes grew exasperated trying to explain that she herself was alone when she came upon them, and pack mentality was sometimes overrated. He was moody and silent, brooding away when she tried to demonstrate the value of depending solely on oneself. How to tell the goldenrod son that he was enough.
Then there was @[Crevan]. Always go, never stop. Obnoxious, loud, rowdy. She and him had shared many inside jokes, much to the annoyance of others. He pestered her to death about war stories of the plains, and wanted to know about her bond with the animals and the Earth-Mother. Wanted her to teach him about fire, to run with the creatures of the woods. How many times had she allowed him to practice hunting with her as his prey? These were all but hers, the two yellow colts. They had come to her tree today though to argue? To bicker? She thought not.
Corvus stares daggers into his sib, and it is not lost on Crevan. The younger son mockingly repeats the name Jah-Lilah had given to Corvus as a babe, and instinctually her ears are at half-mast. She sighs heavily, perhaps a bit over exaggeratedly as she listens to him prod his brother with words. Then he attempts to bring his surrogate into it, and she's having none of it. She rolls her green eyes, snorting long and loud. "Fire-Fang, don't start." She warns, not turning to the pair just yet, attempting to continue to enjoy her afternoon. Crevan, as fucking relentless as always, continues being messy. She cranes her neck around to eyeball him, then turns round to step between the pair, shouldering her way in between them. "Be quiet!" She snaps aggressively, because now he's insulting his brother, his father, and her mate, and her patience is wearing thin with them. "Don't bring me into your childish bullshit Fire-Fang, hiding behind that Wolf-Mask." She then turns to the eldest, if he thought he was escaping her today, he too, was wrong. "Corvus, why didn't you come when your mother beckoned for her family? She means nothing to you? I mean nothing to you?"
The red mare had a look and a tone rarely seen outside of the small family group, and she was beyond pissy that at a time like this she even had to see the boys at each others' throats.
I'm standing still, and nothing else matters now.