Hideaway Strath if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow
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While the journey had not been hard for the young butterfly physically, it was mentally that it almost crippled her. Seeing her mother, bloated and pregnant slugging along with their band through unknown lands into debatable safety was truly heart-breaking and simply wrong in the warrior's mind. She could not imagine being a mother and perhaps didn't even wish to be one now that she had seen what pregnancy could bring despite all the joy and offspring - but she could imagine how her father had forced them all to endanger a new mother, a pregnant woman and puppies that could barely do anything but sleep, pee and poop yet; he had run out of options. With the Blackfeather Fuckers on their former trail, there was no telling what they could and would do; what allies they did and didn't have. It was a risk to travel so far, yet it was an even bigger risk to stay and let fate decide what would become of them. Perhaps she had become a blind follower of her father's words, but even then did this all seem logical when she considered how Arturo thought about most things. It must've pained him, too, to see Lotte like this - traveling half across Teekon with a belly full of babes.

She had already seen the place they would soon call home, and yet even when they got their did it feel unpleasantly new. The situation drained her of her positivity about the new lands and pulled her from exploring like she would normally do. It came as no surprise that a meeting was called not long after their arrival and Chusi took her rightful place fairly near to her parents and stared blankly at the accused pair. She listened intently, agreeing with almost every word said and listened then to the ones who decided to speak up. It was the first time she saw Lotte so emotional - so terrifyingly vulnerable that it twisted her insides. Her hatred for their deeds was fuelled - perhaps even so much that it blinded her, but she did have something to say when Dakarai spoke up.

"Shall you forcibly take them from me and Olive's side? Oh do we have a choice in this matter and time to discuss it amongst ourselves?" 

The coast's butterfly stood slightly and sneered even less; her face a calm state of rage, disapproval and hurt that was eerily close to being at peace. Ya wanna choose whethah they live o' die? Sendin' 'em with ya'll, even if ya're thah parents, would mean their death. She said loud and clear, not interrupting anyone (or so she hoped). She then lifted her gaze and landed it on her father. I am fo' their banishment - we keep thah pops safe 'n fed until they're ol' enough. We all lost our home because of 'em 'n now they must suffah thah consequences. She poke quite calmly and took her seat back at her former spot again.

For a moment did her eyes flicker to Olive; the sweet yet "not all there" mother who was perhaps mostly blamed for all that had happened. She looked to the puppies, wriggling and making sounds she had once made in the darkness of her Monster Mother's den. They were lucky... all the pups born inside the safe hands of Teaghlaigh were lucky for they were wanted and not alone. Chusi could think of no safer place for the newborns to be and for that did not see it unfair that the parents were not allowed to take them with them on a journey that would ultimately mean their death; not even with spring causing the flowers to bloom and the snow to melt did the two to-be lone wolves have a chance of supporting their whole family. One had to be watching the kids while the other could then only hunt small game; young deer, at most. It was not what a whole family could live off of and, honestly, Teaghlaigh was doing them a favour. This, again, made Chusi further believe in how perfect and wonderful her own family and especially her father was; he thought of everything.

It showed that, even without a biological mother, a young girl or boy could one day become one the more valuable parts of an adoptive family. Hell; Chusi had never even met her father and she turned out alright. She understood the parents were broken and pissed at the moment, but, perhaps, if they simply accepted they would soon realize it wasn't all that bad... Was it?
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Messages In This Thread
if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Arturo - March 27, 2017, 05:10 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Lotte - March 28, 2017, 06:40 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Sirius - March 28, 2017, 09:36 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Olive - March 28, 2017, 11:43 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Chusi - March 30, 2017, 01:22 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Rollo - April 01, 2017, 11:29 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Arturo - April 02, 2017, 12:45 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Lotte - April 02, 2017, 08:25 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Olive - April 02, 2017, 10:58 PM
RE: if you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow - by Arturo - April 16, 2017, 01:30 PM