+- Wolf RPG (https://wolf-rpg.com)
+-- Forum: In Character: Roleplaying (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=5)
+--- Forum: Archives (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=11)
+--- Thread: Redhawk Caldera her lips are stained red (/showthread.php?tid=66499)
her lips are stained red - Towhee Jr - November 03, 2025
towhee jr moves with all the grace of an oncoming storm.
she had intended to give tzar his space, but his absence is felt keenly and prickles at every protective instinct towhee jr has until she feels like she might combust. a plethora of 'what if's' run through her mind until she sets off, paws finding and following the familiar path towards the wilds.
the war widow hides the unease she feels at the absence of ghost, having become accustomed to his alerts to danger that evades her eyes and sense of smell.
she makes it without trouble, reminding her of her travels when she was tzar's age, pre-ghost. where jr had to rely on the belief that she was the meanest thing in whatever territory she inhabited.
the caldera comes into view and her steps slow, drinking in the scents of the borders. noting her mother's and her son's. something eases in her chest, slightly. she tips her head back and lets out the breathy yips that serves as her howl, falling upon her deaf ears but felt through the vibration of her throat.
RE: her lips are stained red - Towhee - November 03, 2025
Let me know if you mind this NPC abuse and PP, haha! :)
She hadn’t left the den save to relieve herself, though Towhee ventured a little further today. She didn’t go far, just to the top of the little hillock over the Hobbit Hole. She could very clearly see the small grave @Hotah had so gently dug for their son, the fresh earth carefully patted down where his tiny body rested. She placed a paw on the dirt, cool and wet to the touch, then moved to return to the den.
As she plodded downhill, she saw @Killdeer loping toward a distant ridge-line, his figure quickly dipping out of sight as he presumably made his way to the borders. Towhee thought nothing of it, at least until she saw Ghost winging that way too. She paused in her step to ponder that, then hastened toward the Hobbit Hole’s entrance to find the first hearing individual she could nab.
Killer had responded to a call, someone informed her, though they weren’t sure of the voice. Towhee nodded and returned to her pups, holding her breath until she saw that all three were lively and squirming. She settled down beside them, nosing them toward her teats to suckle, but kept her orange eyes trained on the den’s large mouth.
A little while later, Killdeer’s face appeared there—alongside her own. Towhee inhaled sharply and jerked, wishing to rush to her lookalike to grab her into a tight hug. But she didn’t dare disturb the trio of infants currently attached to her. Decidedly stuck, she motioned emphatically for Jr to come hither.
RE: her lips are stained red - Towhee Jr - November 03, 2025
her son does not come to greet her, nor her mother but killdeer does along with ghost. muzzle rises to greet the avian, allowing the affectionate nip the falcon gives to her ear before she shoo's him off to rejoin tzar. her presence here did not mean that she wished to relinquish ghost of his duty to watch over her son when she could not: she hoped they would form a bond like she and ghost had.
she would need to observe a bit more, but there was time for that later.
she's being led into the caldera, towards a den where she smells mothersmilk. sweet. it brings a soft pang of pain to her heart, wondering if she would ever have any more children ... or if tzar would be her lone legacy as he was tvar's.
surprise makes its home upon her expression as her mother's form comes into view, nursing the newborns. her newborn siblings, she assumes. -hi mom.- greets jr in ptero, lowering to her belly to observe the precious little ones as she slowly crawled nearer. not wishing to crowd but obedient to her mother's summon to come closer.
-they're beautiful.- jr signs in stilled movements, not wishing to disturb them.
RE: her lips are stained red - Towhee - November 03, 2025
As soon as Jr came within reach, Towhee slung out a foreleg and wrapped it around her nearer shoulder. She pressed her face into the side of her daughter’s neck, breathing in her familiar smell. Aware that she was jostling the puppies a bit with her movements, she reluctantly let go and drew back.
Her doppelganger remarked on the children’s beauty and the Elder’s heart panged. Truth be told, she couldn’t remember the timeframe for Jr’s losses, though fresh or not, that wound would never truly heal. Towhee knew that much from experience and smiled sympathetically at her grown child. She couldn’t resist bringing up a paw, this time gently cupping the face that looked so much like hers.
She withdrew it only to say, -I’m so sorry about your little ones, Jr. Their dad too.- The younger Towhee hadn’t just inherited her mom’s looks but her luck too, it seemed. -I’m glad you came,- she continued, her face softening and her movements somehow doing the same. -You know you can stay as long as you like.-
Her mother and son were here, after all, not to mention the countless other relatives milling about the Hobbit Hole. Jr would not find a more familial or supportive group anywhere, not even with Raven and the Frosthawks. She could rest here, if she wished, or put herself to work and stay busy. Whatever would help her navigate this particular dark age.
-I suppose I should introduce you,- she thought to add after a beat. -This is @Splendid Fairywren, @Tawny Lark and Peregrine Falcon. They’re just a few days old.-
It struck her how unfair it was that she should be sitting here with the latest of two dozen children. Of course, many of hers were gone too, but Towhee Jr had lost all but Tzar. Towhee Sr swallowed thickly, her orange eyes resting heavily on those intimately familiar features.
RE: her lips are stained red - Splendid Fairywren - November 03, 2025
Just a lil cameo!
Were she any older, Fairywren would have preened under her brief spotlight. Alas, she was naught but a small hairy potato. So she only squirmed a bit, snorted, and let out a vile silent-but-deadly milk-fart.She would command attention one way or another.
RE: her lips are stained red - Towhee Jr - November 09, 2025
something lodges in jr's throat, a grief that she still had yet to fully process ... might never be able to let go of ... as her mother offers her condolences. jr's ears slick back to rest flat atop her skull. if not for tzar, strong and fierce, she might've thought herself a total failure: as a wife, as a mother. but her son was proof that, that wasn't totally true. she couldn't fight mother nature, try as she might.
-thank you,- she finally manages to motion in ptero. -peregrine...,- soft smile tugs at the edges of her lips. -that was almost tzar's name. i made it his middle name instead.- she offers with a soft churring noise that is something resembling choked laughter.
-we will stay,- though it was unlikely she needed to speak for tzar, also half suspecting now that she was in the caldera he would sneak off in an attempt to find bearclaw valley. -i will help in any capacity you and the caldera needs me to.- having purpose was always what jr had needed; and she needed it now more than ever.
RE: her lips are stained red - Tawny Lark - November 09, 2025
also cameo!
tawny lark stirred, a tumble of cream and gold,her tiny world was warmth and fold—
the rise and fall of fairywren’s chest,
the sweetest hum, her favorite nest.
she squeaked a note too small to hear,
then nosed her sister’s downy ear,
a wiggle, a chirrup, a sleepy sigh,
their hearts beat close, the night drifted by.
milk-sweet breath and tangled fur,
her paws found comfort pressed to her,
and though her eyes saw only dark,
she dreamed in feathers — tawny lark!
RE: her lips are stained red - Towhee - November 10, 2025
She bit her lip when Jr shared Tzar’s middle name. At least the elder Towhee hadn’t stolen one of her deceased children’s names, she supposed. Her daughter didn’t seem bothered by it, if her small smile was anything to go by.
-It’s a good, strong family name,- Towhee quipped. -I know Phox named one of his boys that too, so technically I have two sons named Peregrine,- she mused.
Had she ever met that Peregrine? She honestly couldn’t remember, which felt kind of bad. She took a moment to miss her brother and wonder how he was doing these days—did he have any more children?—before clearing her throat totally unnecessarily.
-Oh, I’m so happy to hear you say that. Of course you’re welcome. Like I told Tzar, you can stay here with us in the Hobbit Hole if you’re so inclined, but nobody will take it personally if you opt for private quarters. You do whatever you need to do, Jr.-
She held her grown daughter’s eye for a moment before looking down at the pups, frowning in mild disgust at the smells they made. Puppies were as disgusting as they were adorable. For the nth time, it struck Towhee that she was doing this at her age, for the fifth—or was it sixth?—time. She clicked her tongue and shook her head lightly, then raised her gaze again and smiled softly at the child she’d probably once believed to be her last.
RE: her lips are stained red - Towhee Jr - November 17, 2025
-indeed,- jr signs with a small smile ghosting upon her lips. it does not touch her eyes, but it would be some time before she was able to smile with that much joy. it had been months, many moons but the grief is does not ebb. does not ease. jr suspects it may never.
-i will leave you to your rest, mom,- jr signs, leaning forward to press her muzzle to her mother's cheek; a token of her affection. -i should go find tzar and let him know i have arrived.- though whether her son would be excited or horrified to see her, jr had yet to determine. perhaps, she considers, a bit of both.
RE: her lips are stained red - Towhee - November 17, 2025
She didn’t want Jr to go, though she understood there was much she must do now that she was here, starting with finding her son. The elder Towhee bobbed her head, returning the nuzzle and nipping fondly at Jr’s whiskers as she retreated out of reach.
-Happy you’re here,- were her parting words before her elder daughter departed the Hobbit Hole.
Hopefully Towhee Jr herself would one day be happy again too. Huffing out a quiet breath, she stared after her lookalike’s retreat for a long moment before the newborns recaptured her attention. A memory struck her as she gently shuffled them closer to her warmth: a very young Meerkat running around, spreading smiles to her bereft pack mates, including her older siblings.
-Okay, I know I’ve told you guys all I need for you is to survive and grow. But I have a new assignment…- Towhee signed, chuckling lightly at herself as she dropped her forelegs and bundled her babies closer.