Time to Run
12-23-2014, 11:33 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Her part was done. The brats were grown now, a month at least, rambunctious little hellions who were a pain against her backside from the moment they had been birthed. Crying, whiny little balls of fur, so desperate and clingy, so needy and helpless. She still could not believe they were hers, that she had carried them inside of her and forced them out when the time was right. But there were reminders already - oh, such clear reminders - that they were not only hers. Lel never let her forget that he was their sire, that they were his demon spawn. He was always there, always watching, waiting for the perfect moment to butt in and ruin any sense of tolerance and pleasure she might have taken in the rearing of the early young.
And now that they were finally of an age where she was no longer needed, at least in the sense that they could survive with her gone, she was ready to flee. As she left the confines of the space she had singled out for them within the run-aground ship, quietly and carefully so as not to wake them, the grey and black mother wolf felt an irritating sense stir within her. It tugged at her, like a tether connecting her pups to her, pulling more taut the further she traveled through the damned ship. But she ignored it, pressing on, distancing herself from the months that she had spent here and the little being she had been caring for. They were no longer her responsibility.
She maneuvered through the ship and down the passageways that had become familiar to her, all the way to bottom and out the hole in the side of it. Her grey paws crunched into the snow as she stepped away from the ship, silvery blue eyes staring out and away from the home she had been forced to keep all this time. Free, she thought as she stared, she was finally free. She felt the strong urge to run, to stretch out her legs with much needed exercise and get as far away from here as possible, the closer to her old home in Ebony the better. But she needed to make sure...she needed to know that Lel was going to let it happen.
Turning, Callisto looked over her shoulder toward the hull of the ship, considering. Had he seen her leave the ship? Did he even know how much time had passed? Was he tracking it like she had been? She wanted to call, to beckon him out and get the final details squared away so that she could go and forget him, forget his family, forget her children that were ultimately not even hers, but despite her urgency to leave she feared being too noisy and waking the sleeping bundles inside the ship. She wanted to be well and truly gone before they awoke. If she had to hear them cry for her...
Ears pinning, she sat where she stood, not facing the ship but not facing her chosen direction either. Impatiently she waited, refusing to go back inside and hoping that he would show up. The sooner she left, the easier her departure was going to be overall.
Her part was done. The brats were grown now, a month at least, rambunctious little hellions who were a pain against her backside from the moment they had been birthed. Crying, whiny little balls of fur, so desperate and clingy, so needy and helpless. She still could not believe they were hers, that she had carried them inside of her and forced them out when the time was right. But there were reminders already - oh, such clear reminders - that they were not only hers. Lel never let her forget that he was their sire, that they were his demon spawn. He was always there, always watching, waiting for the perfect moment to butt in and ruin any sense of tolerance and pleasure she might have taken in the rearing of the early young.
And now that they were finally of an age where she was no longer needed, at least in the sense that they could survive with her gone, she was ready to flee. As she left the confines of the space she had singled out for them within the run-aground ship, quietly and carefully so as not to wake them, the grey and black mother wolf felt an irritating sense stir within her. It tugged at her, like a tether connecting her pups to her, pulling more taut the further she traveled through the damned ship. But she ignored it, pressing on, distancing herself from the months that she had spent here and the little being she had been caring for. They were no longer her responsibility.
She maneuvered through the ship and down the passageways that had become familiar to her, all the way to bottom and out the hole in the side of it. Her grey paws crunched into the snow as she stepped away from the ship, silvery blue eyes staring out and away from the home she had been forced to keep all this time. Free, she thought as she stared, she was finally free. She felt the strong urge to run, to stretch out her legs with much needed exercise and get as far away from here as possible, the closer to her old home in Ebony the better. But she needed to make sure...she needed to know that Lel was going to let it happen.
Turning, Callisto looked over her shoulder toward the hull of the ship, considering. Had he seen her leave the ship? Did he even know how much time had passed? Was he tracking it like she had been? She wanted to call, to beckon him out and get the final details squared away so that she could go and forget him, forget his family, forget her children that were ultimately not even hers, but despite her urgency to leave she feared being too noisy and waking the sleeping bundles inside the ship. She wanted to be well and truly gone before they awoke. If she had to hear them cry for her...
Ears pinning, she sat where she stood, not facing the ship but not facing her chosen direction either. Impatiently she waited, refusing to go back inside and hoping that he would show up. The sooner she left, the easier her departure was going to be overall.
