that boy is a monster

Alaine Winters · 06-14-2011, 10:42 PM

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Days wore on endlessly, but life for Alaine Winters had become surprisingly peaceful.

Perhaps monotony had worn away her last dregs of resentment for the life she now led, but there was little to be said for the strange serenity. Jobs came and went - Various wounds and petty illnesses, nothing severe or frequent. Her stock were replenished with fresh summer growth, warm vines and crushed bulbous roots that were powdered and stored in opaque bottles in her kitchen.

The children grew rapidly, swelling and stretching till each morning they appeared a little larger. Elvira had become suspiciously mild in her antics, but her independence left Alaine with little interaction with her daughter, who seemingly already had quite the hunting instinct. Apart from providing regular meals and fake love, the mother seemed unnecessary to the golden girl with heathen's eyes.

Elijah, however, gave her life real purpose. For many months now, she had become adjusted to his wrongness. Unlike his wicked sibling, Elijah possessed a remarkably kind nature, and he had fast become the light of his adoring mother's gaze. The boy grew extremely fast, and soon his puppy-fat had been gradually shed, and replaced with a strangely otherworldly beauty. The Winters boy had his mother's angelic features, a desirably elegance and beauty, but increasingly, his father's size. Even now, she knew he had much to grow - The boy's paws and ears dwarfed those of his mother, giving his otherwise refined appearance a somewhat gangly impression of everlasting youth.

Only his mind remained in its state of perpetual wrongness, and Alaine had long since become accustomed to the permanence of her son's disposition. He still frolicked like a child in the long summer grasses, humoring fat Nana with his impersonations of her breed. On such a warm day she watched the pair now, feeling surprisingly unsettled in light of the habitual afternoon rite that the trio had developed.

Always, the woman thought herself as connected to the spirits - Dea sometimes came to the colliewoman, as to all Her promised people, and brought these feelings of unease. Leaning absently on the porch, the cream and ivory maiden ran cool fingers through her auburn ringlets, emerald eyes absently observing the antics of horse and boy below.

The call came from the North, arching high into the clear, warm sky. She knew instantly of it's owner, as did the deep mauve and black bird that sat calmly on her shoulder. Zola's intelligent eyes gleamed once, his glossy feathers ruffling in what the woman recognized as excitement. She had become fond of the bird, and he of her, and although she knew little of his avian language, they communicated well enough. At times, it seemed Elijah new the lowspeech far better than his mother, and he was able to communicate with the clever bird just as well as he was able with Nana. Knowing that the bird wished to see his previous companion, but still weighted with that strange and sullen feeling of anxiety, Alaine shook her head briskly. "Please, stay with my son. If all is well, I will call you to us," Her accented tone requested. Although the raven showed his disappointment with a harsh cry, he did as she asked, rising into the air and circling the galloping boy, drawing his attention from the grazing mare.

Alaine moved swiftly. Nana sensed her mistress' strange excitement, her large head lifting from the grasses and long tail swishing in agitation. Mounting the broodmare with a fluid leap, the woman gathered fistfuls of her shaggy mane, and guided her with her heels. She had adapted to riding, and was now capable of faring bareback well enough.

Eager to see her pupil, she allowed the mare to settle into a heavy canter, dinner-plate hooves pounding across the dry, warm earth. They drew near to the border, and Alaine lifted her sweet tones in a series of greeting barks, allowing the coyote man to find her. Nana returned to a lazy walk, her small ears swiveling and nostrils flaring as they caught scent of her unruly son.

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