Mr. Cottontail
10-01-2016, 08:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-01-2016, 08:38 PM by Knight.)
The brightest, bluest eyes a youth could have opened slowly.. his newly raised ears still curled at the tip were twitching as he listened to the sound of his father's pawsteps leaving the den. Wait, no! But... he was so tired, his eyelids did not agree with his brain and he fought them as they tried to lower and close his vision. The image of his father walking away faded and reappeared a multitude of times before the poor, sleepy child forgot why he was fighting so hard to keep his eyes open in the first place and gave in to the craving of slumber with a heavy sigh as his muscles relaxed. In his own dream, he had rushed out of the den and followed his father.. yipping at the sky and letting off powerful howls that he couldn't even realistically pull off quite yet. They were as deep as his dad's, and together they sang to the sky. It was a pleasant dream, vivid and it felt so real that little Knight ended up actually releasing a high-pitched howl right there in the den while dead asleep. It ended abruptly when his brother kicked him sharply in the ribs, Knight's bright blue eyes opening suddenly as he quickly tried to stand and get to his feet. What was going on? With his ears back, the startled youth managed to get his front two limbs to pick up his chest, but his hind legs did not want to cooperate in his current state of panic. No, they fumbled, his weight shifting to force him to sit sideways as he then watched his brother run to the entrance of the den. What?? No! They couldn't leave yet! Knight huffed and pulled together all his focus to get his hind legs to work properly, finally bringing himself to a stand so he could toddle over to his brother's side. It appeared Fable had no plans on breaking the rules today, but oh how Knight longed to cross the invisible barrier built by their love and trust for the parents, knowing that if they had been told to stay.. it was for good reason, and Knight did not question that in the slightest. He was still learning, but the bond of this little family was a good lesson in itself, paving a clear pathway for the child in the right direction. He had been hovering behind Fable, looking out to see what his brother was looking at, up until the point when their father's figure emerged and then he rushed forward to stand side by side with Fable. His own tail wagged in unison with his brother as he shifted his weight on his front two paws, indecisive about what to do with the short limbs that so desperately wanted to run and greet him. Instead, father dropped whatever it was and came to greet them and Knight gave him the biggest grin the child could provide. 'Ah've got a surprise for ye all.' The child's head tilted to the left curiously, oh what could it be? More chewed up meat??! If father would allow, the child would attempt to jump up and hold his weight on his father's leg, trying desperately to smell Creed's lips for any promises of food. It certainly smelled like food! He wagged his tail and would let his pink tongue flick a few times before running over each of his chops, anticipating.. but then his brother began to ask questions about the 'bunny' that Knight had almost entirely forgotten. He let his weight fall onto his rump as he sat and looked outside of the den, his eyes wide as he realized that the thing was not a thing, but was a creature. A creature that wasn't hopping anymore. He had no concept of death at this point, no idea that the poor thing's heart had stopped beating, but something about how still it laid outside of the den captured his attention and gave him an eerie chill. Something wasn't right about it, he wasn't sure what but like Fable, he looked up to his father's face waiting for the answer. |
