[M] Dark Souls

Halo Lykoi · 01-02-2012, 06:56 PM

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sswm 987 Halo's bedroom, second floor >:|

Scarlet shades peered at the mess left by her hazardous children. Has someone asked her, she would have spoken of her children with love, but there were times where they wanted her to hate them! As what was the usual, her mood could definitely have been better. Fingers painted with the colour of whipped cream wished to dig dip into her own scalp and see how much of her dark copper hair she could rip out in one go. Nostrils flared with her seething anger, but she wasn’t one year anymore, and going into a physical rage would only end up badly, one way or the other. Fingers flexed and dug into her soft palms, but she was controlled enough to abstain from breaking the skin.

The woman moved over to the mess that was supposed to be a bed, her eyes on a boil. Her lovely furs.. Wolf was not common prey, but itchy mouths had chewed on practically every fur she had kept on the bed. Sitting down on the messed up sleeping place, she pulled the furs on to her lap, lifting each and every one up to investigate the damage done. Nothing was completely destroyed, but the evidence of busy puppy teeth was obvious in keen eyes. It was just as well that she had kicked them out of the house for a little while with a temporary guardian before she had realized the full damage report, or else she would have swept the floor with the both of them.

Naturally, she knew that it had probably not been her children’s intention to ruin anything. Young souls were full of ignorance, and she knew that they teeth were itchy. It was her fault for not bringing them something different to chew. Oh well, at least she had learned her lesson now, for what it was worth. Putting an elbow against her knee, the woman rested her cheek against an irritated fist, tossing the last of a total of seven damaged furs on the floor between the bed and the open bedroom door. A sigh followed close after, and worn eyelids fell over ruby gems. Itachi had grown up to be one fucked up individual, but he had been a quiet and orderly child. Never causing trouble like this, roaming around knocking everyone and everything over, breaking everything breakable and chewing on precious items. Her sword had even received a new hiding spot on the top of the tall wardrobe, out of sight.

After a few minutes more of general seething, the Triarii got up and gathered the furs she decided to be worthless now. Gathering them in a sour embrace, she kicked the bedroom door shut behind her and ascended down the stairs, eventually making her way down into the basement and the door she always was very careful to lock. The ruined pelts were thrown into each their rat cage, for the starved rodents would devour anything. Wrinkling her petite muzzle, she decided that it was about time she cleaned out the worst of the filth. But not now; not today. She wasn’t in a mood to do anything productive, though it was necessary to get her room cleaned up before the miniature monsters returned from their banishment. She should have a few more hours of blessed peace, though, for her eyes had shot lightning when she has cast them out. They knew that their mother required some time to cool down.

The slender woman pushed her unruly locks from her eyes, rolling her eyes in the process, cursing herself as well for not cutting elongated locks. She supposed she had been too busy lately to make the monthly cut to keep the worst out of her eyes. Balancing duties and children seemed so easy some days, but then there was today and the mess she had to deal with. They ate, shat, whined and destroyed. Truly though, it wasn’t all that bad. The Lykoi woman was only having another bad day, and angry thoughts were unpolished thoughts. Perhaps each twin would receive a kiss on their forehead when they dared to come back. It would to learn how to sort out her thoughts in a proper way that didn’t cause everything to fall down on top of her all at once. Once one negative thought rise, so did another, like a weed in a garden, out of control. It was like being smitten by a virus. One day nothing, next day hell broke loose.

And why the hell had she kicked the door shut when she was heading straight back in? Fuck. Fingers grabbed the doorknob and wretched the door open, and the award was a loud crack as the door swung into the wall with force. She grimaced; ears ringing for a few moments still, for it had not been her attention to harm the poor door. With her dark, rich tail coiling with her poorly masked irritation, the woman threw the remaining furs she had decided to keep on top of the bed again, straightening them out and toying with the teeth marks on the chewed ends. Children. It would take more than a few minutes for her to calm down, but a smile was already on its way to settle as her fingertips traced the damaged edges of a particularly soft wolf fur. At least they were developing a taste for wolves. That was something, she supposed. Turning, the coyote hybrid moved over to the drawers by the nightstand, and pulled one out to see if they had toyed with the bones she had gathered from prey and canines alike with the hope of getting the chance to sit down to make some jewellery. Why couldn’t she just have given Oblivion and Amnesty one decently sized bone each? The fault was hers. Damnit.

Your faith walks on broken glass

Halo Lykoi

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