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04-05-2013, 01:18 AM
The snowy wench twirled within the glassy reflections of the russet?s eyes, a pallid kiss of beauty against the twisting earthliness that engulfed her glowing figure. Sapphire eyes, as vivacious and incandescent as their fathers; blinking with an awkward uncertainty, failing to drown the course emotion that so clearly overwhelmed her pretty little mind. Eos had never been? close, with her siblings, especially her sisters. There was nothing the peculiarly marked princess could have done to warrant her sibling with any kind of distaste, but Eos felt no love for the elegant lady that stood so regally before her. Yet the pallid lady seemed painfully forgiving, a sharp greeting bouncing effortlessly across the earth of which the siblings stood.
She said nothing, a hollow silence drowning the pair in a world of unknowing. There was no aim, no goal. The vixen still wasn?t sure why she had returned, and as she stood in the company of her litter-mate, she quietly considered turning and leaving; her heart so lost, so confused, so destitute . But weakness was something she did not advertise, so the banshee encouraged forth no more than the proud raise of her head, a single, forced name climbing powerlessly through the cracks of her jaws, ?Epiphron.?
An exposing story clawed at the vixens quivering naires, the scent of her father coming barely moments before his astounding, eminent body found its way into her darting vision. Weathered, scarred, damaged and yet still standing. Emotion began to tear at her chest, the rampant desire to snap and snarl and discharge the vicious hate that had grown as a being within her skin for so long. She was so angry at him. And yet she wasn?t even entirely sure why. But he took no more than two steps towards her and she was barely a rodent at the base of his colossal paws; no more than a tiny ant scrounging for sanction at the toes of a mighty bull elephant. He made her feel like nothing, and yet the love he so radiated for her made her feel like she was all that mattered in that moment.
She hated it.
His breath prickled the skin on her nape, and as her father brought their bodies together; the young princess gazed in awe at the reflection of swirling russets and auburns as their coats simultaneously intertwined. She had been so proud of their similarities, with all bar one of her siblings, Syrinx, being birthed with pelts of pallid and white. She hated that he had such a power over her. Nobody but him could effect the clock-work of her youthful mind. She shuddered, every muscle in her body quaking as her mind clouded with confusion. She did not return her fathers embrace, but the uneasy emotion that rattled her body should have been enough to show the reluctant acceptance of his presence.
Erani. The memories of her mother?s passing were illuminated by the brilliant whites of the healers presence, a cold, emotionless stare grasping almost threatening at the ladies own, cerulean gaze. The banshee had always been there, when their mother wasn?t; Erani was always there. She always cared, always loved them. And yet she aroused some kind of nauseating pain within the young ladies gut, a feeling that for some reason Erani had something to do with why Guinevere was no longer here. Still, she had always known how to keep them happy; and as she halted a good distance from the trio, the slightest fizzle of appreciation sparked within her troubled mind. ?I hate her, father?? voice came forth with no previous warning, and as she allowed the words to sink in; silver-green eyes still pinned to the snowy healer, Eos didn?t doubt that they would mistake her person of referral. ?She is gone, she left us and she didn?t care? I don?t belong here anymore.?
What was the reason within the young ladies hatred and displacement? No wolf could truly answer, and its likely Eos herself was no exception.
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