sweet child of mine

Tokyo Chance · 05-28-2010, 06:33 PM

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Omg, wat, it's a post. :O Let me know if you mind the slight pp in her noticing King's been with Haku~
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King wasn't so much a child anymore. Oh, he still had a lot of growing left to do. Still a lot of muscle and flesh to gain, still a lot of things to learn, before he'd be ready to take his place as leader of Dahlia. But.. his mind, it could comprehend more complex ideas, now. She could read it in his sharp, clever eyes. He didn't speak much, but it was a trait that reminded Tokyo of Haku, and thus she saw it as a sign of strength. It was the first time she had cared for a child of this age, the first time that she had had to think about it and decide that Yes, he was old enough, now. Princess and Buttface had done all their growing up elsewhere. They had left when younger, and returned adults. Stupid, worthless adults, but adults none-the-less.

For all her coddling of her precious son, she was not the sort of mother to refuse to see the strong, blossoming male in favor of her baby boy. She didn't care for youth as a general rule, and as much as she adored every moment of watching King mature, she was eager for his adulthood, to watch him realize his full potential. She wanted to speak to him of what had happened, when Haku had been cast from Dahlia, about her own refusal to assist his father. He had smelled of him, lately. And while she approved of him taking an interest in their son, she was nervous that he might be trying to poison him away from her. Paranoia came easily to Tokyo, when she had lost two children to evil influences already. Not that Haku was evil. Well, sort of. She had rather mixed feelings about the wolf, and didn't want to have much else to do with him, but was glad that he had contributed to the creation of her perfect child, her best contribution to society as a whole.

She dug through her piles of clothing in the corner, picking up a strange clump of purple cloth. It took a few moments to unwrap the item, and once she did she studied the object. It was a skull, that of a coyote, small bits of rotting flesh still clinging here and there. Tokyo had done her best to scrape off the flesh and fur, but had decided the job would be easier once it had aged a little more. Holding it carefully, still with both hands, she climbed out of her den and descended the short path to the ocean. Crouching down in the shallow water, she did what she could to clean it further. It was improved, if not yet as pristine as she'd like. Ah, well, time would only continue assisting her in the meanwhile.

Tokyo set the skull down at the entrance to her den, then folded her legs into a cross-legged position. She half-toyed with the idea of calling King, but decided not to. He would likely be back soon, as he had been gone from home a fair bit of time. When he returned, he'd surely question the skull, and his mother would guide the conversation from there down the paths she wished to traverse with her precious boy.

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