Firstborn Thoughts
02-27-2014, 06:54 AM
Song was pregnant with her second batch of pups and Dhiren was secretly jealous. He knew that they would take his mother's attention once they came into the world and he wouldn't be allowed to enter the den. In his mind's eye, the way his mother would treat him would be different when her new sons and daughters came to exist outside of her belly. His soul twisted from the aching that came from such thoughts and he growled in protest when he was alone. Darkness swept over the boy who was swiftly growing into a young man from the thoughts of possible isolation with no love or warmth near him. It may have been self pity, but Dhiren didn't give a damn! The Oracle was his mother, the first woman he would ever care about, and he didn't want to be tossed aside like a worn out toy. Selfishness swelled in his chest and as he paced through the mangroves, he furrowed his brow in frustration and bowed his head. Gold and silver eyes closed and he continued to walk through the familiar settings around him. What was he going to do once those babies were born? He just didn't know... His eyes snapped open and he looked up to the scenery laid out in front of him. Song and Cherokee's den was about half a mile from where he stood and his heart sank. How dare he, bringing negativity around the land that his parents' home was on? Mentally, he slapped himself in the face with a white paw and physically, he shook his head. Dhiren Destruction had to get a grip, otherwise, his mom and dad would notice the changes that were slowly taking over. With signs of defeat, he padded towards the den where he once lived. Silently, he hoped his mother was still on bed rest. When he was a few yards from the entrance, Dhiren's form became obvious in the light. His frame was lanky and obviously missing the heavy muscle that many wolves seemed to attain as they aged. Rather than gaining the genetics from Cherokee in regards to body mass, he had inherited Song's slender frame. Nevertheless, he wanted to prove his strength in ways that stood out aside from the physical nature. His mind was just as bright as the sun and he wanted to prove his worth for the pack, his sisters...and his parents. An image of a happy Song appeared in his mind and tears lightly fell from his eyes. How could she still love him after the thoughts he had of his unborn siblings? Another sigh escaped his dark lips and he continued to walk. A few more steps brought him to the edge of the den, giving him light to see if anyone was within the darkened cave. Movements of bright white fur caught his Christmas-colored eyes and he tried to bring a smile to his lips. It was forced, but he hoped that Song wouldn't catch on. Dhiren knew that she would see through his mask, but he left it due to being drained. "Mama?" He called out, tones ringing a baritone that hadn't yet deepened. The Cherokee replica waited for a response, pondering what he would do if she told him to leave. Speech, |