babies breath in the breeze

*Motif* · (This post was last modified: 04-16-2019, 02:42 PM by Seadragoness.)

Motif Destruction

She was a pair of eyes and white marking, staring up at him from the corners of his coat as she cuddled up against his lean form. His scar riddled body didn’t seem strange to her, she had known it for as long as she had known Poem. this was, however, her first time hearing the tales behind them. She didn’t think she liked it, at all. She knew you were suppose to stand up when someone was hurting someone else. She had seen it in Shaye and Rhyme, they swooped in laid down the law if someone tried to hurt someone else, like with those new pups that where staying here for a while. They seemed to like getting into trouble with Noir, their local bully.

Her mother had shown her some of the sacred and injured wolves of Abaven, she had told them it was their job to protect them. If she took the path of a fighter, her mother told her, this would be her job. She had looked up at her mother with side gaze, sensing the intensity in the woman, and knew this was important to her.

“Is that why you sleep in here?” she asked suddenly. She had always thought it was because he was their babysitter, but what if it was her mother, keeping him close. Watching over him, because she could not protect him well he had those hated ‘masters’ of course, without following her thought process, the bones of her question might well be lost.

“Sure, Taphy, I would love to hear it.” she agreed, letting herself be distracted. She could already feel a yawn coming on. Whatever happened, it was in the past. Taphy was there's now, and she was beginning to understand what that meant.

"Speech"

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