now I'm without you
12-14-2016, 07:26 PM
A lot had happened in the last year. Hell, even in the last few years. Lark honestly didn't even know how long it'd been since he'd seen his mom. She'd come back and left, multiple times, until her abandonment had become.. almost normal. He'd never spoken to her about it; it'd hurt him too badly, and Lark wasn't good at dealing with that sort of thing. His frustration and sadness always seemed to come out in flashes of anger, and he hadn't ever wanted to make a scene. Today, though, he wasn't looking for anything. It wasn't terribly uncommon for Lark to wander on the outskirts of Abaven, scouting the borders and checking the lands beyond for any signs of.. well, he didn't know what. Signs that wolves had gathered, maybe, preparing to attack them? Such a thing seemed so detached from reality but he knew it was a possibility, albeit a distant one. He also made a point to search out the scents of his siblings, hoping Starling might return eventually. He moved quietly through the plains, his pace slow and lackadaisical until a familiar scent reached him. No. Could it be? His nose twitched as he tasted it again, making sure that it was, in fact, his mother. His pace slowed as his mind reeled. Why was she so close to home again? Would his father even.. want to see her, let alone welcome him back? He felt his stomach sink in his chest with nervousness, the feeling of a thousand angry butterflies fluttering around in his insides. Only when he moved forward - his paws moving instinctively as though he had no control over his path - did he finally see her. He froze in place, staring unblinkingly at his mother and wondering what the hell to do next. |
