10-27-2011, 01:06 PM
3+
She had no time to pay attention to his crying or mourning whine or the desperate way he whispered to them as though he could bring them back with words. She knew they were dead, had been for several weeks if thier size was anything to go by. More than likely it was the storm she had been caught in, forced to the edge of her survival instincts of which she had very few, no thanks to her neglectful parents. They, as the weaker pair, had been sarificed by her body to save thier siblings lives, it was cruel and vicious but it was the way the world worked, if it had not been thus so then Gemma could have very well lost her own life along with her children.
It was disturbing that she was so used to the death of children, her children, she would not cry for them now. Not at this moment. Death was a shadow that stalked her, always lingering and waiting yet it seemed whenever he struck it was not her who was damaged but those that she was with. Pain was also something that she was used to, the small coywolf had built up an impressive amount of tolerance to it for one so small and usually fragile, not that she would ever admit being fragile to anyone. Mental fragility was just as bad as with the body.
She was cursed it seemed to always have this horror thrust upon her as a third child entered the world, a spitting image of Giuseppe's coat and huge ears, so large that they hung from the girl's head like that of a spaniel or other such floppy eared dog since the girl did not yet have the muscle to hold them upright. She was still tiny in comparison to Gemma and Matteo but she dwarfed her half siblings and unlike them she was alive. She squirmed and wriggled and cried out weakly, Gemma copied Matteo and pressed the child to her face, a small tongue poking out, seeking food. Into the girl's soft puppy fur Gemma mouthed her name inauduably, this one was special, the first she had ever borne that had been alive in a recognisable sense, her daughter, Ann Libba Sawtooth. After the sister she loved dearly and the mother that hated her but she still loved.
She had no time to pay attention to his crying or mourning whine or the desperate way he whispered to them as though he could bring them back with words. She knew they were dead, had been for several weeks if thier size was anything to go by. More than likely it was the storm she had been caught in, forced to the edge of her survival instincts of which she had very few, no thanks to her neglectful parents. They, as the weaker pair, had been sarificed by her body to save thier siblings lives, it was cruel and vicious but it was the way the world worked, if it had not been thus so then Gemma could have very well lost her own life along with her children.
It was disturbing that she was so used to the death of children, her children, she would not cry for them now. Not at this moment. Death was a shadow that stalked her, always lingering and waiting yet it seemed whenever he struck it was not her who was damaged but those that she was with. Pain was also something that she was used to, the small coywolf had built up an impressive amount of tolerance to it for one so small and usually fragile, not that she would ever admit being fragile to anyone. Mental fragility was just as bad as with the body.
She was cursed it seemed to always have this horror thrust upon her as a third child entered the world, a spitting image of Giuseppe's coat and huge ears, so large that they hung from the girl's head like that of a spaniel or other such floppy eared dog since the girl did not yet have the muscle to hold them upright. She was still tiny in comparison to Gemma and Matteo but she dwarfed her half siblings and unlike them she was alive. She squirmed and wriggled and cried out weakly, Gemma copied Matteo and pressed the child to her face, a small tongue poking out, seeking food. Into the girl's soft puppy fur Gemma mouthed her name inauduably, this one was special, the first she had ever borne that had been alive in a recognisable sense, her daughter, Ann Libba Sawtooth. After the sister she loved dearly and the mother that hated her but she still loved.