THESE SCARS ARE ANOTHER LESSON LEARNED
08-09-2013, 09:52 PM
Broader-set paws flicked backwards as the child thrusted her heels into the soft earth, exposing her bare palms to the heat of the summer night to aide the babe in her motion of scrambling in reverse as her mother's body became aerial above her, skull instinctively descending from its elevated position to protect her spine from the expected blow of her mother's weight, mandible tucking tightly against the curvature of her neck. However, her mother's mass had not been plunged atop her developing body, instead plummeting back to the ground a few inches ahead of where she had rooted herself out of fear, the dulled nails from the hinds of the ice queen just barely skimming her crown and leaving nothing but ruffled fur in its wake. Tentatively, the lids that had draped themselves over her mismatched eyes fluttered open to reveal the striking and emotionless amethyst and mercury gaze that drifted towards the obstacle in her path, pupils searching the witch's contorted facial features for any trace of the reasoning as to why her trail had been intercepted so abruptly. The disappointment that wracked her mother's visage nearly sent the babe into panic, but she refrained from displaying it, choosing instead to shelter the emotion behind her vague facade that hardly faltered even as her mother's disgusted tones embraced the silent atmosphere. Her skull lifted to its previous position as her mother extended her forepaw towards her minuscule form, bracing herself for the suspected whack but instead finding relief as her ears were forced forward. Gaze remained fixated upon her mother as she spoke, remorse flooding her interior at the recognition of disappointment laced within Morphine's words as well astonishment towards the fact that her mother expected for her daughter to uphold a crown in the future. She was wary of her current capabilities as well as reluctant to put them to the test in the near future, but if her mother were to bestow such a destiny upon her, the child would do everything within her power to obtain it just to receive that sliver of approval she so desired from the seemingly apathetic woman who had birthed her. But she could not help but to display her doubts, giving an unenthusiastic nod in response to her mother, averting her gaze from the hardened depths of her mother's as she awaited further demands. |
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