I don't know the difference
between flying & falling
Her name was Thrush like the bird. A sinewy creature comprised of long nimble limbs, delightfully playful features, and subtle new-fangled curves; though in her reality the only thing beauty got girls like her was used. She was the kind of maiden who was naturally beautiful but just wasn’t told enough during her childhood - or ever really - so she never believes it when others point it out. In her eyes she was expendable. A useless silhouette that took up space and drew in others oxygen from the atmosphere. She saw herself as nothing more than an oversized leech sucking the life out of more promising lupines.
I suppose she never noticed when the boys looked at her, the way they looked at her. After all who could resist such a lovely thing? What with those big brown eyes and her enjoyably unusual speckled chest. She just paid them no mind - she was ‘far to fine for that kind of behavior’ as her mother had put. Timid, that was more like it. Timid and dangerously obedient. Always trailing in her parents footsteps, never straying to far beyond what was expected of her. Thrush always walked the beaten path and she loathed it, longing to break away and be brave once in her miniscule life.
The little song bird had always been skilled in hiding within herself. Living innocently in the way she always yearned to; seeking out connections and makeshift rebellion with in her head. It was the way she had always dealt with her life and today would be no different. It really was normal when she ignored the others gallivanting with out a care in the world or walked without even glancing up from her ebon caked paws. She hardly ever talked with the faes and brutes her age because she had always been fearful they would reject her or her mothers subsequent mate wouldn’t approve. And so the evening went. The pretty girl reminiscing as she walked, thinking idly as she always did.
Blink.
“You can not possibly be serious, are you serious?” the great brute said ruffling his deeply colored fur in hostility. “The boy has no back bone, what would the people think Thrush? What with seeing you frolicking and fucking about with that filth. Its just frivolous I tell you. I thought you had more sense than that.” His amber eyes narrowed
“- but obviously I was wrong.” He turned on his heels to leave but she stopped him with two measly words I’m sorry to which he merely replied me too.
Blink.
“Thrush darling go out and play with the other children will you? Why must you be so damn selfish? I swear are you just trying to wound my blessed nerves?” she said walking through her sanctum, pallid fleece turning ashen grey in the shadowy den. “Why must you be so small-minded. You could have so much, so much Thrush so, so very much but you just… uggh I don’t know.” Yes mother, Sorry mother, I‘ll try harder mother.
Blink.
“Well look who we have here Marcy, dear little Thrush. How is it she gets to be the alphas daughter? Marc you could do so much better.” Take it I never wanted this. “Yeah how is it that you of all people get to be Alphess one day?” why do you jeer at me? I don’t want this! “Lets go I refuse to spend my time with freaks.”
Blink.
The girl just kept walking; ebon encrusted paws delicately caring her form over the earth, long feathered banner swaying discontentedly from side to side, and muted brown fur subtly reflecting the last of the evening light. The landscape just seeming to move around her. Her mind never quite immersing itself in the beauty the other canines saw. Thrush only saw things not beauty. Things could be replicated and destroyed. Splendor was an unknown emotion to her, one emotion out of many which she did not understand. How strange everything seemed to her. Hollow almost - empty of the thing that gave stuff meaning or simply made them make sense.
The brown maiden ceased her walking when she approached a region filled to the brim with scarlet, indigo, lavender, and golden hued petals. Her dark mocha orbs only looked they didn’t see. She felt no stirring in her chest nor did a jovial smile taint her empty - yet some how lovely features. She just sat amongst the blossoms. Her speckled chest drawn taut with disquiet peace, after all over the years that was what had become her peace. That constant feeling of uneasy bareness. That charm and allure others thought she had was just an illusion, repercussions resulting of expectations and management if the things he did were what you called management. So she sat just a vacant creature deprived of a undamaged soul.
Thrush
| Adolescent | Girl | Lover | Blood Relatives | Cage |
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