BLOW THE SMOKE IN DIAMOND SHAPE
07-16-2013, 01:23 AM
Dread loomed in the atmosphere, clenching her gullet with the intensity of a fear towards the unknown ? an entire world undiscovered, undisclosed to the new set of eyes, where danger lurked beneath every bough and unturned stone. And yet, despite the apprehension churning beneath her immaculate and untainted flesh, the feeling dare not manifest upon her pallid and pure visage; instead, there was a vagueness about her exterior that abstained her true emotions from seeping through onto her countenance. The developing babe was an enigma even in her early stages, even as her minuscule limbs propelled her into the obscure darkness after her wayward sibling and birth mother, rendering her forlorn and without the company of either of her family members whose side she had not abandoned since her birth. The only comfort provided for the tyke was that of her brother?s scent which had fueled her decision to escape the confines of her mother?s chosen den-site, adorning the earth and insinuating waves of warmth and adoration to course within her veins each and every time she inhaled the familiar stench. He had fled her side in favor of their mother?s presence but she had forgiven him, for she, too, could not help but succumb to the curiosity that had plagued her upon registering the passion that had laced her mother?s words before she had left that morning, but she had been obedient enough to cling to the protection offered by their father until the realization of Dori?s absence struck her. Then and only then would the babe accept the danger accompanied with the world outside their domain, for her sibling would be forbidden to meet his untimely demise alone. Plush tendril would unfurl from its position above her rump to lick at her heels as the aroma of her sibling and mother dominated the atmosphere, heterochromatic eyes flickering in every which direction with fervor as she scoured for the pale forms of those held dear to her. The babe had entered pack turf quite a while ago with a newfound sense of cautiousness and an equally intense sense of curiosity, contemplative thoughts breaching her mind as to the reason why her mother?s presence was warranted within the borders; their allegiance belonged to none as far as the child was concerned and she was unaware of her mother?s ambitions. Without being detected by the locals, she approached a clearing in the dense vegetation that had greatly complicated her navigation due to her petite apex, immediately causing the child to halt in her tracks to assess the situation unfolding before her very eyes. Upon digesting the inquiry of her mother and the threats provided by her enraged sibling, dread flooded her system as she finally comprehended the purpose of the meeting between the gargantuan brute and her mother that he towered so high above; he desired to smite her where she stood. Aghast, triangular ears pressed against her crown and she strode nearer to her sibling, revealing herself to the small gathering in the process before she plopped her rump into the sidelines of the arena nearest to where Dorian sat, growling, in total contrast to her relatively calm stance. She offered him a glance, her tail extending outward towards his so that she may intertwine the appendage with his own, attempting to soothe his frayed nerves as best she could despite the fact that her internal feelings did not vary much from his own. But she held an iota of faith that her mother would escape the clutches of the beast unscathed and that they would return back to Szayel and their father in a moment?s time. |