04-11-2021, 07:49 AM
The soft sound of pawsteps going back and forth over a makeshift floor of raw stone. Energy racing through slender limbs, antsy, anxious. The full moon casting light through the opening. Her eyes shifting down to look at the sleeping form of a lion child. Their child. Her child. A splintering mind staring with a mixture of emotions at the rising and fall of sleeping figure. When she took him did she invite weakness into her domain? Give herself a weakness? She could be get rid of it, destroy the weakness before it destroyed her. Slowly claws unsheathed, a glinting against the silver light of the moon. A step forward towards a coveted child. She didn't deserve a child. She was like them after all. Unfit for a child. Unfit. Unfit. Unfit. Yet unfit had fit in it. And she wanted him. She craved a little small life she could mold. She....she could try. Yet it hurt, it always hurt. Slowly the paw dropped to the ground and she turned away. Walking from the makeshift house she tread across the snowy path.
The night was deep, the morning hours far from approaching but she knew where she was going. Crossing over the serpent like bridge she found herself there. The courtyard glistening, untouched by devastation. She entered the hall, she had been here before to find her mother had abandoned her body. Left them to rot in failure. But they were surviving right? She could believe in it. They were trying. As she stepped further into the hall of kings her gaze slowly lifted up and her surprise was visible at the statue of her mother beside Stryker. Something tore through her. When had they had the time to make it? How? Her jaws snapped shut as her unnervingly wide gaze bubbled with tears that streaked down her face. Abandoners. The both of them. She didn't factor in death. They had not died. They had left her siblings. Forced them into being orphans. "Why won't you come back? WHY!?" She suddenly screeched. "YOU DON'T DESERVE THESE STATUES! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE REMEMBERED!" The leopardess breathed wildly staring at their mocking faces, smirks, laughter. She hated it.
The night was deep, the morning hours far from approaching but she knew where she was going. Crossing over the serpent like bridge she found herself there. The courtyard glistening, untouched by devastation. She entered the hall, she had been here before to find her mother had abandoned her body. Left them to rot in failure. But they were surviving right? She could believe in it. They were trying. As she stepped further into the hall of kings her gaze slowly lifted up and her surprise was visible at the statue of her mother beside Stryker. Something tore through her. When had they had the time to make it? How? Her jaws snapped shut as her unnervingly wide gaze bubbled with tears that streaked down her face. Abandoners. The both of them. She didn't factor in death. They had not died. They had left her siblings. Forced them into being orphans. "Why won't you come back? WHY!?" She suddenly screeched. "YOU DON'T DESERVE THESE STATUES! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE REMEMBERED!" The leopardess breathed wildly staring at their mocking faces, smirks, laughter. She hated it.