Because he grants me a dream

Eris Eternity · 05-28-2011, 08:36 PM

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the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

He was her blood, he had come from her body. Peering down at the child, coat a perfect likeness of midnight shadows, she could hardly believe this fact. He looked like her -- his coat did, anyway, carrying the deep and shadowy hues of her own -- but he also looked like Larkspur. The D'Angelo man's ghost was reflected in that dark face, those milk-pale eyes. They seemed made of hard silver even as they filled with warmth at the sight of her. The word uttered from his lips was strange, a name she had never expected to hear called to her. Mother -- it was a name many women carried, of course, but only their children called them such. It was not truly a secret name; anyone might gaze upon her and her child and see their resemblance, their similarity. Yet only Pandemic, Salvia, and Wretch would call her mother -- and any other children she bore into this world.

He leaned for her and nudged and licked at her, still youthful in his affection. She loathed the day when he would become more distant and less willing to show his mother such affection, though she knew it would come -- new mother or not, the coal-hued hybrid knew the way of the world, and she knew that all children eventually grew up. When Pandemic was an adult, he would love her no less fiercely -- she would see to that -- but he might be less apt to show it. Her chartreuse eyes half-lidded with pleasure and she nuzzled at each side of his muzzle briefly, as was their custom, and then planted an extra lick to his cheek, breathing in his scent, still faintly puppy-sweet.

“Pandemic,” she purred, drawing his full name this time. “How is my dear boy?” she inquired, deigning to wait until her son had eaten his fill before picking from the carcass. She could hunt again, or she could demand someone else find her food -- it did not matter.

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