with lavender on her grave
Fertile
06-24-2019, 08:10 PM
The chaos of the fire still seemed so recent, but with her paws mostly healed and her new raven companion, Alouette, Theory's mood had begun to improve. She felt closer than ever now to Rhyme and her half-sisters. In fact, Theo hardly saw the division any longer. With Tana gone for so long, Theory had felt detached from her for some time. Her life had a clear divide: before Tana left and after. The "after" was hectic and strange, especially with the recent fire, but Theory also guessed it was simply because she was growing older. Each day she grew taller and stronger. As Theory grew, she noticed more and more how different she was from Verse. Her sister was still small, as if frozen in time. Theo knew that she took after their mother, and the thought pained her. Why was she so similar to their father? Was she truly Tana's daughter? How could such a small, frail female have given birth to her and Noir and survived? While she grew closer to Rhyme and Shaye, her questions seemed to double and triple. Theo and Lou answered Rhyme's call as quickly as possible. Since the pack had regrouped by the rapids, it didn't take long for her to find him. As she approached, she knew something wasn't right - Rhyme was leaning on Shaye as if stricken, and the scent of blood was everywhere. And the cloak... red, colored redder by blood. Theory choked out a broken noise and rushed to Verse's side, trying to offer some small comfort by pressing her side against the small girl. This was her mother? This dead, broken thing? It wasn't possible. In her mind, Tana was soft and full of life, quiet and smiling. Not lying beneath her cloak, flesh rent from her bones. "Who... what is that?" She asked, her voice wavering. Theo had gotten along fine without Tana, but the thought of someday reuniting with her had always been some small comfort. With that gone, ripped violently away, she was adrift. Alouette alighted on Theory's shoulder and tilted her head from side to side, trying to make sense of the scene; she could sense Theory's distress, though, and preened quietly at her ears. None of this made any sense.
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