where do we go now
04-29-2019, 04:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-29-2019, 04:31 PM by Artur.)
Slowly his siblings trickled over to where he held vigil on the wall, first Caelia, then Geoffrey, then Cairo. Viviane arrived last, making him aware of their presence as she brushed her cheek against his tail tip. He glanced down at the faces gathered around him, coming into focus as he pulled himself back. "What do we do now?" Caelia asked aloud, sounding as lost as he himself had felt just moments ago. "We live our lives and make our mother proud. Together or apart, we all have a legacy to continue. I’m staying here. Our family has been a part of these lands since… since great grandfather brought his pack to the Plains so long ago. This land, this pack, this is where I am home."
"That's a pretty speech," he drawled coolly, eyeing his oft-absent brother. "Did Aurielle teach you that? He made as if to turn his attention back to the horizon, irritated by his brother, but his attention lingered on their other three siblings and he relented, instead leaping down among them. "We take care of ourselves, and we take care of each other," he said in answer to Caelia's original question. "Because no one else is going to. It's just us now," he rumbled, seeking to meet each of his siblings' eyes, then repeated, "If we don't take care of each other no one else will." His eyes narrowed in thought as his gaze drifted back and forth over them. The expression pulled at still-tender scars, but he ignored them. If his separate encounters with the cougar and the tournament had taught him anything, it was to value the ability to set aside pain for your goals. The scars hurt - he acknowledged it, then continued on despite it.
His siblings pain drew him from his own and gave him focus, as though he'd been drowning in the dark with no idea which way was up or down and now suddenly he could see the way forward. The relief of going from blind flailing to purpose was a nearly physical sensation, and he looked over them with all the watchfulness of a shepherd dog with his flock. Yes, it was his responsibility now to make sure they all had what they needed, not to let neglect set them back from who and what they should be. His mom had talked of them all reaching their full potential, of how they were capable of so much. Without someone actively seeking out opportunities for them and showing them how to better themselves, how would they ever reach that potential? "They already failed us when Mom was sick and no one came to help us or train us when she couldn't. Why should we expect any differently now that she's gone?" he said quietly, half to himself.
"That's a pretty speech," he drawled coolly, eyeing his oft-absent brother. "Did Aurielle teach you that? He made as if to turn his attention back to the horizon, irritated by his brother, but his attention lingered on their other three siblings and he relented, instead leaping down among them. "We take care of ourselves, and we take care of each other," he said in answer to Caelia's original question. "Because no one else is going to. It's just us now," he rumbled, seeking to meet each of his siblings' eyes, then repeated, "If we don't take care of each other no one else will." His eyes narrowed in thought as his gaze drifted back and forth over them. The expression pulled at still-tender scars, but he ignored them. If his separate encounters with the cougar and the tournament had taught him anything, it was to value the ability to set aside pain for your goals. The scars hurt - he acknowledged it, then continued on despite it.
His siblings pain drew him from his own and gave him focus, as though he'd been drowning in the dark with no idea which way was up or down and now suddenly he could see the way forward. The relief of going from blind flailing to purpose was a nearly physical sensation, and he looked over them with all the watchfulness of a shepherd dog with his flock. Yes, it was his responsibility now to make sure they all had what they needed, not to let neglect set them back from who and what they should be. His mom had talked of them all reaching their full potential, of how they were capable of so much. Without someone actively seeking out opportunities for them and showing them how to better themselves, how would they ever reach that potential? "They already failed us when Mom was sick and no one came to help us or train us when she couldn't. Why should we expect any differently now that she's gone?" he said quietly, half to himself.
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