Disobedience is a Reflection of the Parents

Ahiga Nishant · 01-15-2012, 12:02 PM

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AHIGA NISHANT

so why am i ten feet under and upside down

barely surviving has become my purpose

cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface

Word Count :: 516 Sorry about the delay <3

Deception was a very big and overly complicated word; sure he'd asked Alaster to inform their mother that he had died, but had he deceived his family? No. The ones who had done the deceiving was them, leaving him at some foreign pack whilst the adults fought their foolish war, they abandoned him when it suited them and summoned him back when it suited him and so it goes without saying that he had rebelled against the control of his family and tribe. His father abandoned him too.... all of his elders whom claimed to love him abandoned him, threw him away like some useless thing; that was true deception. Still, a small part of him felt bad for the lie he had forced his twin to tell, the lying part he was fine with, but the fact he had asked such a thing of Alaster bothered him.... he knew when he asked that his brother wouldn't refuse him, he had known that his brother would lie and feel guilty about everything and he'd still asked him. It was even more disgusting that he knew if push come to shove, he'd ask his brother to do a lot worse if it was for his own gain.

Padding below the tree house, the young Nishant shifted his leather bag to a more comfortable position upon his shoulder, glancing up at the house every now and then as if the building would come alive and eat him any second. Judging from the scents he knew that his mother was nearby; either in the tree house itself or had recently left it and the white boy couldn't help but hope that his mother had decided to venture outside, for he had left his spear somewhere within the house in his excitement to go annoy Buck that morning and now that he'd spent some time grooming and checking upon Buck he wanted to go out hunting or do something that would distance himself from the village and his family.

Since his return he had been making a point to aboid his mother, for despite how much he told himself he did care for someone whom had abandoned him and that he didn't feel guilty about lying about his death... he couldn't quite bring himself to speak to his mother for more than a passing moment. But it was inevitable that he couldn't keep avoiding her; they lived in the same tree house for starters and Al seemed to like mum enough and he didn't want to upset Al... Glaring up at the house he still couldn't bring himself to actually go up there on the off chance his mother was there.... confronting the white woman in such confined space was more than he was willing to handle at that moment. So he took the cowardly way out. “Ralla?” he shouted up to the tree, refusing to address her as 'mother' yet, for he was still sour about many things... things that he couldn't name or put his finger on, but he knew he was justified to be angry at her.

Image courtesy of Martin Gommel

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