Daughter of Mine

The dame sat quietly In the new territory. Unsure of where to go and unsure of where everything was or what she should do. Was she hungry? No. Was she tired? Maybe. Was she lonely? She'd gotten used to that. Was she happy?....No answer came to that thought. It was as if the curtain had finally been set aside revealing the real inside of the theatre, emptiness. All this time she had really been sad. She had been sad since Keki had left her since they were pups. The small dame recalled that night...her sister saying she was going to leave to fulfill her dream and look for a pack. Keki the favorite of the two Menapache daughters. Keki the pretty one, Keki the smarter one. Keki the serious one. Keki the normal sized one. Sometimes she remembered how their parents would sit there and fuss over their daughter as the other one looked on. Maka knew she was the runt of the two. Maka knew she wasn't as pretty as her sister. And Maka knew she wasn't as adored. But she still loved her parents and they still loved her....but less than they loved Keki. Her turquoise gaze settled on the ground as she delved deeper into her thoughts.

Maka had the stripe along her back while Keki had those triangles. Maka had her normal eyes which she rather liked; while her sister had bi-colored eyes. Stop it stop it Maka! She was pretty too right? But maybe others just needed help to see it. All this time she had acted happy. If you act happy others believe it. But remembering is too painful. And to look and see her sister now with her three nephews is painful. Even though the femme was sometimes jealous of her sister it wasn't her fault. And she also deserved a loving mate instead of being raped. She deserved help with those pups and they deserved a father. But no...her sister's perfection was gone in that field. Her stomach knotted and twisted as she though. Her head pulsed with a small pain. She should stop....stop. Pull the curtain back over and say it's gone. Hide it and pretend its not there....no, she couldn't do that anymore. It was there! Lurking! Waiting to envelope her in its horrible thoughts and memories. Yet she saw the pain in her mother's eyes as she let go of her tail. Her real mother, biological mother sacrificed her life so that Maka could live. But in those final moments she looked into her eyes and saw the pain, the guilt, and the sorrow. At that moment did her mother realize the neglect she had given her daughter. And that was that...

Drawn out of her thoughts was she at the sound of her adopts mother's voice, Crusade. Her voice had surprised the dame and it showed as Maka stood up and took a few startled steps backward. As she recovered did the dame also realize the familiar scent of her heat. It was spring and no doubt Keki was in eat too. Hopefully this season she wound get raped again...but she doubted it would happen again. Maka ignored the heat rolling off of her and turned her attention to her mother.she even called her darling. It has been a while dice she had been called any names like that. She wanted to be grumpy towards the dame but she just couldn't. Couldn't be rude to the wolf who had given her happiness for a few seasons in Glaciem. Then did that happiness recede as did Maka herself. She even found herself one day looking for a friend. Crusade asked if she would take a stroll with her. With a small nod Maka agreed and walked next to her mother with her tail almost in-between her legs. Ears were pinned back as she tried to avert her turquoise gaze to her front paws. No sound was given or so much as a whisper. No smile, no bounce in her step, and no adventurous comments. She knew she wasn't a pup anymore. And gave up longing for the list time she had when Keki had been the center if attention. Retreated back into that state she was when she was a pup herself. Quiet, submissive, and to herself.