Passing the Torch
03-24-2014, 12:35 AM
The birthing of his siblings had been more than two weeks ago. This reason was why he stayed away from his old den. They had taken up all the room they could muster with Song and he didn't want to be around them because of it. Dhiren could try and convince himself that the reason he remained in his own quarters was because of the little breathing room his mother had, but it would be a lie. Instead, he mulled over why he was so upset with his siblings, when they hadn't done anything to him except be born and continue to thrive. He didn't ask for them to be born, but then again, they didn't ask for him to be their older brother. At the time Song called him, Dhiren was curled up at a mangrove's roots. Since his meeting with Guinevere, he felt as if he was not the only one in the world who felt this way. The young girl made his mood brighten with the possibility that maybe he would end up loving his new siblings, even though Song had tried to tell him the same thing. He was thinking about that meeting when the sweet vocals of his mother sent him a message, indicating that he was needed. A long sigh escaped his lips before he picked himself up and trotted towards the ocean. His lanky form was inherited from Song, but his physical characteristics resembled Cherokee as a mirror image. When he was young, Dhiren was excited that he resembled his dad. Now, as he came into viewing distance of Song's yellow and blue eyes, he felt bad about it. He was sure that memories of his father would cling to his physical attributes, but he was far from his father's personality in many ways. As he got closer, he knew that he needed to do better for his pack, for his mother...and for himself. All of the jealous entities belonging to a boy disappeared and he felt himself broaden in the aspects of a man. At a year old, Dhiren felt that responsibilities were going to fall upon his shoulders, so he decided to better himself before he even said anything to his mother. His feelings for his brothers and sisters trickled away from his mind and body, becoming only memories he didn't want to keep. Upon reaching Song, his reaction to her was definitely needed for both individuals. Dhiren immediately wrapped his mother in an embrace, letting his head fall in the nook between her shoulders. One paw reached up and pulled her close before he released her. As he reclined to his haunches, silver and gold eyes beckoned to her own bi-colored gaze. "Mama," he said, tones now deeper and warmer compared to the few times he saw her before she gave birth. "Forgive me for being away for so long...and for putting you through hell that only a firstborn son could cause for the Oracle of our days." Both ears flicked back to his cranium as he showed guilt for how he had acted. "I was such a child, Mama...I don't deserve the love and attention from someone as wonderful as you." Speech, Awesome pic by Seren <3 |