pump mud through my veins
Today, I find myself in an odd predicament. Competition has come from an unexpected source for Mother's affection and praise. My twin, who for so long was a whining ball of inattentive fluff, has suddenly morphed into a worthy predator who is as ambitious as I am. How dare she? But, I follow her anyway, watching her and following from a short distance. I needed to move with her, she never listened to her surroundings, but there were times she could dodge me now. As my masked sister moved, so did I move my glorious hooded form closer and closer to her side. When she stops to observe a female below, I come to her side, my crystalline green gaze landed on her own teal and coal colored eyes. I say nothing out loud, she responds best to gestures, and I wonder at her where we are going.
Looking back down to the border below, I watch the woman drag that thing into our home. What is that? Can we eat it? Mother preferred other things, but this wolf was interested in this thing. Almost simultaneously, I move along with Gehenna, my eyes never leaving the other wolf as our forms made their way closer to the stranger. When we approached, I caught the whiff of something I did not like.
It was acrid, burning in my nostrils as the scent filtered in the ammonia associated with what Mother called cats. I sneezed as Gehenna gave her display, my tail lifting and my teeth showing toward the border as a low growl leaves my lips. She would not be the only one to take this stance, we may well rule this place together some day, and I would like to extend an olive branch toward her in at least this. Were she to step upon my red painted black toes, then we would have an issue. I wasn't sure if this cat was going to come into Asteraia or not, but part of me hoped that the wolf we called Father would be close enough to defend his progeny against such a thing. Or Mother, for that matter, but she has explained that she bloats because she is giving Gehenna and I brothers or sisters. I do not need more competition, but they make Mother happy.
A happy Mother is a happy life, and far be it from me to ask her to risk them for us. Reaver would be best, he is bigger. But, I am prepared if they do not appear at all, ready to take on this threat should it present itself. Either way, I am curious about this half-eaten thing the new Sister brought to us, and I move around toward her, looking back every so often toward the wild-lands. "May I try it?" I asked her, my head tilted cutely and pupil dilated wide to exemplify my cuteness. I was hungry, and this was new.
shut your dirty, dirty mouth
female - 0 - sans addiction - without a soul - blood of night and dread of asteraia