Close Your Eyes
12-12-2013, 08:13 PM
Azalea tried to figure what was on her father's mind. He was a stoic wolf and unlike her was good at hiding what exactly he was feeling. Her gaze mirrored that of what her mother's would look like, wide eyes looking up at the towering male and waiting for what he had to say. She was not dumb, she knew her father was wise. Wise beyond what she cared to believe often. His wisdom was held within, precious pieces of information rarely gifted to others. It served to say that her father's next actions left her speechless. He stepped near to her, sweeping her cranium to encompass her and pull her close. Her breath fled her body and she felt like a small child again. Lip trembled and she bit back the whimper that sought to wander from her dark lips. "You shouldn't be," His voice so gentle, more so than she had heard directed at her in a long time. "I have a story to tell you," She moved back from him, seating herself. Any animosity she might have felt toward her father leaving her body entirely. Like a fresh start, a slate wiped clean. Ears pressed forward, eager to hear what he would tell her. Again, just as the child she used to be, a puppy no more than knee high to a grasshopper. So eager to learn she had been back then and now days so eager to believe she knew it all. "Near the same thing happened to your mother," Her ears folded back for a quick moment, confused. Same what? Her father went on... Before her internal eye a master piece was painted. She had been told of her parent's meeting but it was still a magical thing to her and each time she pictured the scene a bit differently. However this time the story went beyond that. It became darker, twisting the contents of her stomach as her mouth dropped open. Her own mother had been... had been... Almost been. It did not surprise Azalea that Collision was the hero of the story nor did it scare her to know her father had killed a man. (aside from Vixe) Without a doubt Azalea would have done the same, or at least tried. Her mother was the most fragile and innocent of wolves she knew. Collision looked burdened though, a heavy sigh would cast from his lips and his eyes would touch the ground. "If you don't understand what I'm trying to get at--I don't care how anyone else in this world looks at you. It only matters how I look at you. And there is one thing I would trade your mother for--You. Azalea. You and your siblings. Granted, I'd throw my life down before hers was ever requested, but we are parents. You are our life," His words made her smile but she was shaking her head at the same time. "No. No you wouldn't, I wouldn't let you trade mother for me." But of course she would, because in her little family, Collision was the patriarch. And as he had proved time and again, nothing would break focus once a decision was reached. "I don't want to be a mother yet but I take after my daddy, I won't turn down the challenge." She cast devious eyes to him and a smirk on her face. "I've only told Aunt Pip... but, I do like them... or it, or whatever is the correct term. I talk to them and I eat lots." See? She wasn't doing too bad of a job. |
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