she has grown stagnant, brooding. motherhood does not suit her, exactly, but she dedicates herself to it easily enough for the love she holds for her daughters. she watches them now, as they throw themselves at one another in what appears to be a fight over a particularly interesting raven's skull.
absentmindedly, she begins to groom her pelt, tugging away brambles and tiny mats as she goes, one eye kept always on her daughters. she bumps into the thing underneath her skin with her nose, first, and despite a twinge of oddness ignores it. a moment later, she finds the bump again; a smooth swell on her side, perhaps the size of the skull her daughter's quarrel over. her investigation is short-lived - Scylla's grabbed the skull and bolted, Hela on her heels. she doesn't follow them this time, but watches them go, ghost of a smile on her face.
absentmindedly, she begins to groom her pelt, tugging away brambles and tiny mats as she goes, one eye kept always on her daughters. she bumps into the thing underneath her skin with her nose, first, and despite a twinge of oddness ignores it. a moment later, she finds the bump again; a smooth swell on her side, perhaps the size of the skull her daughter's quarrel over. her investigation is short-lived - Scylla's grabbed the skull and bolted, Hela on her heels. she doesn't follow them this time, but watches them go, ghost of a smile on her face.
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
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but only into flesh and a broken whisper - by Cassiopeia - August 26, 2019, 05:42 PM
RE: but only into flesh and a broken whisper - by Maegi - August 26, 2019, 07:15 PM