July 24, 2019, 01:31 PM
He hadn't been far away when her call rose over the din of the evening.
It was with hushed, gentle steps that he forfeited his roaming to turn back towards her whelping den. He wondered just what it was that she would summon him for, though the reality of it was that it could have been anything. A fetch quest, a conversation, even some sort of toussling that she thought him better suited for than another. He didn't question it or assume anything—there was truly no telling what would catch her fancy from day to day.
But when he pulled her familiar resting ground into view, there was certainly something else going on altogether. His curiosity piqued, he only observed at a distance for several moments. His gaze lingered over her from his cover, only then to spy a wriggling form cross into view from under her shadow. The children. They had grown since the last time he had caught so much of a long glimpse of them, much more active, full of life. Not deaf or blind or dumb to the world, but aware. And in the wake of such a wriggling youth followed one of her sisters—he did not discern which, but felt a bolt of jealousy cross him darkly.
When some sort of order had been brought, he decided it was time to abandon his observation and come forward. Every step picked away at whatever dark thoughts lingered, whatever reservations and disappointments he may have held onto. It was difficult to maintain a certain stoicism when abruptly he was met by their children, ever eager for the change to their routine as much as he was. His features softened considerably into a smile to see them, to hear them, and if he had been able to hold onto a lack of expression then the sure wave of his tail would have betrayed him without a second thought.
A certain hesitation existed here, however, and in spite of the pawing, whining, and grasping at him he could not help but level his gaze with Hydra. She had been keen for a spell to drive him away like any other, but did not seek to make a scene here. Or so he presumed. Nor her sisters, for better or for worse, though they may as well have faded into the background; he cared not that they were there in those few moments.
It was with hushed, gentle steps that he forfeited his roaming to turn back towards her whelping den. He wondered just what it was that she would summon him for, though the reality of it was that it could have been anything. A fetch quest, a conversation, even some sort of toussling that she thought him better suited for than another. He didn't question it or assume anything—there was truly no telling what would catch her fancy from day to day.
But when he pulled her familiar resting ground into view, there was certainly something else going on altogether. His curiosity piqued, he only observed at a distance for several moments. His gaze lingered over her from his cover, only then to spy a wriggling form cross into view from under her shadow. The children. They had grown since the last time he had caught so much of a long glimpse of them, much more active, full of life. Not deaf or blind or dumb to the world, but aware. And in the wake of such a wriggling youth followed one of her sisters—he did not discern which, but felt a bolt of jealousy cross him darkly.
When some sort of order had been brought, he decided it was time to abandon his observation and come forward. Every step picked away at whatever dark thoughts lingered, whatever reservations and disappointments he may have held onto. It was difficult to maintain a certain stoicism when abruptly he was met by their children, ever eager for the change to their routine as much as he was. His features softened considerably into a smile to see them, to hear them, and if he had been able to hold onto a lack of expression then the sure wave of his tail would have betrayed him without a second thought.
A certain hesitation existed here, however, and in spite of the pawing, whining, and grasping at him he could not help but level his gaze with Hydra. She had been keen for a spell to drive him away like any other, but did not seek to make a scene here. Or so he presumed. Nor her sisters, for better or for worse, though they may as well have faded into the background; he cared not that they were there in those few moments.
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a golden crown - by Hydra - July 24, 2019, 05:11 AM
RE: a golden crown - by Dirge - July 24, 2019, 01:31 PM
RE: a golden crown - by Atlas - July 24, 2019, 03:57 PM
RE: a golden crown - by Antares - July 25, 2019, 10:20 AM
RE: a golden crown - by Hydra - July 27, 2019, 12:15 PM
RE: a golden crown - by Dirge - July 29, 2019, 03:06 PM