Fill your stomach
11-20-2013, 04:54 PM
Galahad
. . . Where had he gone wrong? Had he not defended the den every night? Had he not, with all of his heart, tried to look out for his mother, his father, and sisters? But now the beautiful family of five had dwindled down to a troubled duo, having mostly each other to rely on. A deep sense of sadness washed over the young male ever night as he went to sleep, always on the opposite den of his remaining sister, Oracle. Every morning when Galahd awoke he was afraid that, just as his parents and their sisters before her, Oracle would choose to go her own separate ways from him. But as the pup would wake he would remember that she was as sad as he was that their family had broken down, and that they were now closer because of it. They had to be closer, because each other was all the other had left. Beautiful green orbs opened sleepily. Much of the night Galah had stayed up, watching Oracle as she slept, whispering words of brotherly love and promises to never, ever abandon her. They were young... and they would be strong. They wouldn't need to rely on Merci or Knight. He could make out Oracle's voice, so beautiful, telling him that they were going hunting. They hadn't done much of it on their own... but perhaps Oracle had decided it was time they became more proficient at it. Galahad rose, stretching out his legs with a loud yawn. With a few blinks he felt himself waking up, his usual energy bubbling into his system. Now Oracle had to put up with the brunt of all that energy and affection all on her own. Galahad bounded out of the den, coming to a stop by Oracle's side with an affectionate nuzzle to her shoulder. "So we're going to hunt for ourselves today huh?" A playful grin crossed on Galah's face, and he swished his tail back and forth as he bounded forward, spinning to face Oracle. "I'm going to catch you the fattest crab you've ever seen!" There was a bright sparkle in the boy's eyes now. He had promised himself he wasn't going to lose Oracle too... and he was going to take care of her. Galahad spun in a circle, already eager to begin, and to keep his sister cheerful. "Does that sound good to you?" Not that Galahad had ever caught a crab... but he was going to do his best. "Speech." Thought. |