skyrippa - of zaphkiel x astrid - one
litter mate of oberon, cassiopeia, ophiuchus
sister of astraea, asariel, tzadkiel, vortigern
I had always been gruff like my mother. I was more partial to being alone than to having company and living in the den with my parents and siblings was trying. They were a busy bunch. Father talked like some high and mighty courtier while mother was curt at times and amiable at others. Zaphkiel often joked about her temperament. Sometimes I felt pride that I was like her in that regard and others, well, I just wanted to get away. Prying ears and prying eyes. Father did not like to speak of the dream world with me when I pestered him and I got the sense it had to do with my older sister who had died before I was born. Either way, I had worked hard on my own to try and learn what it was I saw there.
The plains were somewhat barren, especially now in the rawness of winter. A new leader tended to do that from the stories I have heard. It was brazen of me to support a wolf I had never met yet I felt a sort of kinship to the barren plains. It felt like my insides, scraped out, raw, empty. Waiting to be filled, but with what?
Hheyy! The call has my head lifting and whipping around, dark ears flattening in alarm until I see the running gait of my brother. Only then do I give him a sort of quizzical glare - I leave Taviora and yet here I am, finding myself in company of family once more. Still, family was a base support. Strong, a foundation of sorts. As he got closer with his lopsided grin and dilated eyes, my nose flared and I lean forward to sniff him, a suspicious look on my sharp face.
"What is wrong with you? Did you eat something you weren't supposed to?" Alarm colors my voice as I lean forward to peer ever closer into his eyes. "Are you poisoned?" My harsh voice grew louder on then end as I crowd him, concerned and angry at the same time.
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