Winter Inside
On the day Mordecai opened his eyes for the first time, his parents were hazy blurs, but he had taken in their aromas, bathed in their soft words and felt the warm touch of gentle paws. Each time he had cried they came at once and so an idea of safety in his world developed, a foundation on which his future personality would rest. His audits rotated towards the voice of his sister and soon his cranium followed suit. I am pretending to be Father. he answered innocently while the pup throwed his cranium back and giggled like only a young pup could. It was that infectious kind of laugh that light up adults – like an echo of the children they once were. It was potent and pure. The kid moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro and managed to climb on the rock and push Mordecai aside, making the young prince to fall on his bottom. He shook his pelt like it was all part of the plan and rolled to his stomach to get up again, tripping on his excessivly long tail. You want to play pretend? a smile spread across his pretty boyish facade, bi colored lenses locking onto her sister. She was much bigger than he was but that was only to be understood; from what he gathered he was the last one from his litter , the runt, and even his parents were sometimes worried about him and his size but it did not worry him in the least. He just needed to grow, how hard could it be? Maybe he could ask Banshee and Recluse to help stretch him up. |
