Very sorry for the delay  I've had exams every day last week, was uberstressed  Her body was stronger. Stronger, but empty. The lack of weight around her stomach was still feeling odd, and so.. wrong. She had carried them, taken care of them inside her, nurtured them with herself and her own blood had been theirs, yet life had not granted her to ever see them grow up. It was sinking in, gradually, that she was not a mother. She had relished the idea of tiny little baby Mews running around her feet and draining her energy, needing her care. She was supposed to show Colibri what mothering was, she was supposed to feel tired from different reasons than the ones she had now. But instead, her mind was plagued by images of Asphyxia, her brother, her mother.. Everything was a blur, and she was angry. She was so incomprehensibly angry. Never before had she felt such an urge for violence, to kill things. Asphyxia would pay, one day, by her own hands and not the hands of her brother, for what she had done. What Haku had done was not enough. She longed for proper justice. Her filthy coyote children would suffer as her own had. It didn't matter that it was her own fault; justice was justice. It had been unprovoked violence, and that was unforgivable. Once she was strong enough, the coyote would taste her teeth. The beauty and richness of her surroundings were ignored by the ivory femme, pacing quickly, angrily, aimless, in the direction of the ocean. Several human houses were scattered around the area, and Mew stopped in her tracks as she caught a glimpse of a form leaving one of them. The other looked comfortable in terms of pelt coloring, perhaps even friendly. She held an item in her hand, the sun played on its surface and Mew realized it was metal. It made her think of Hanna and her knives. A knife would be handy. Not knowing why - she was certainly not in the mood for being social right now - she trotted up to the stranger, pose not humble nor dominating. She was nothing, she felt nothing. And if this was a mistake, if the other attacked her, she would taste the anger Mew carried within her. Still, she decided to be polite. Her voice gave away no hits of her mood, but she stopped it from sounding angry. She would keep it inside until a situation emerged where she could unleash it. A smile was pasted on her face as she spoke, but it was blatantly not genuine, merely a sign of politeness. Hello. I'm Mew Sadira. What brings you to Flander's Fields? |
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