Rushing Toward Disaster
05-11-2015, 09:58 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Neither wolf nor cat expected anyone to answer the question meant to stay between them, and both turned their heads to stare at the youth who had interrupted. Callisto's brow furrowed with a mild irritation, mostly because she had been wanting the forest to be empty and now it was confirmed not to be. Was she destined never to get anything that she wanted? But as the boy stood, showing off a lanky build and mostly dark coloration, she was struck by the sudden return of an old aching guilt. Her son would have been close in age to this boy. Would he have looked similar to this youth, all legs and dark fur, with a mouth on him that was sure to turn some faces sour? And her daughter? What had she become? Like the brainless pet her father kept or somehow worse? Time seemed to mean nothing in regards to the events of the past, the lives she had unwillingly brought into the world. The bitter disappointment she felt in herself for abandoning them to their fate with their father, the wretched demon Lel, continued even now to eat away at her, and made her wonder if they still lived or had mercifully perished before the cursed beast could mold them in his image. It had been months since she had given them thought, even longer since she had abandoned them in the north, but for how strongly it came back to her it might as well have been yesterday. Unlike her mistress, the cat was quick with her answer and spoke up with an undertone of irritation. "My, so optimistically insightful, aren't we?" she responded dryly, and might have added more provocation if she felt more certain her companion would have backed her up. But her relationship with Callisto was shaky at best, and it was still just as likely for the grey-legged wolf to turn on her before the kid could. She was far too attached to her tail to risk it. But as Callisto saw it, the boy had the right of it, or at least in her special case. No matter where she went, trouble followed. No matter what she did, everything went to hell in the end. She was cursed; it was to be expected at this point. And yet it was tiring, incredibly so, to live like that, knowing each action she took, each choice she made, would somehow lead to further pain, further destruction. What was next on the agenda of potentially damaging things she could do? She had left her pack, made herself vulnerable in the worst way. Maybe tempt fate a little more? See how wrong things could get before they went right? She growled yet again, an attempt at silencing the voice of her own thoughts, and gave her head a quick shake for good measure. "Enough," she spoke for the both of them, hoping to cut off anything else that might be said. Whatever they wanted to say between themselves, she did not want to hear it. "I need a place to put these," she spoke in regards to her deteriorated cache of plants, mostly to the cat as it was the only creature present she had any influence over, "now." Intending to ignore both the cat and the kid, and trying hard not to make any connections between him and anyone else, she got to her feet and marched forward to investigate one of the nearby trees for a little nook to place her things. |
