05-27-2008, 11:27 PM
She picked up her son, cuddling him. She'd been so scared, so afraid. She'd die if she lost him. She held him to her, crooning to him in irish, holding him tightly. She thanked the Goddess Rhiannon that he'd made it unscathed.
Then she set him down, her bi-colored eyes stern. How many times have I told you not to be running around by yourself? You could get killed! Do you want to be like Shadow? Do you want to get yourself killed?! She and Lucifer had made it a pint to tell the boys that they'd had an older brother by the name of Shadow Erikson Sawtooth. And that he'd died because h'd wandered by himself with out either parent.
She didn't tell them that she'd found him mangled and bloody and that the coyotes had defectaed and urinated on the boy.
Then she set him down, her bi-colored eyes stern. How many times have I told you not to be running around by yourself? You could get killed! Do you want to be like Shadow? Do you want to get yourself killed?! She and Lucifer had made it a pint to tell the boys that they'd had an older brother by the name of Shadow Erikson Sawtooth. And that he'd died because h'd wandered by himself with out either parent.
She didn't tell them that she'd found him mangled and bloody and that the coyotes had defectaed and urinated on the boy.