Don't take the girl

Skoll Haskel · 09-12-2012, 11:20 AM

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Bah, kinda screwed up the placement of bodies and everything by moving Skoll but whatever. *looks for tissue*

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Bodies shifted around him, other members of the family joining them in the death-filled room. He wasn’t aware of anyone coming, or even of his hybrid friend’s comforting licks; he was silent and in another world, his green eyes fixed on his mother and his muzzle dipped between his forepaws to somehow stifle the pathetic breathy whimpers coming from him. He only became aware of the others when his brother’s voice cut sharply through the near-silence of whispered pleading and praying. Skoll’s head shot up, attention latching on to Hati, but all he did was withdraw himself from the press of bodies to shift into his bipedal shape. The effort left him looking more haggard than before, and much older than he was, but he managed to conserve enough energy to step toward Hati, and wrap his arms tightly around his brother in a trembling embrace, whispering something meaningless but affectionate in their shared language.

The blonde boy clutched at his sibling, but he withdrew his head from Hati’s shoulder to stare at the exhausted secui being that was his father. Another stab of fear and grief shot through him, and he swallowed with difficulty as he watched the King calmly walk to his mate, curling himself around her. That, that more than anything, was what was the image that would imprint itself upon Skoll Haskel in the years to come.

But then Ayita spoke, her words coming with difficulty, barely audible in the oppressing silence of the room. Skoll turned immediately, his ears straining forward to hear what she had to say, even if the words only sent his world crashing down all over again. He shook as he was addressed, his older brother pulling a sun pendant necklace out of a little box. He reached out to take it, his hands trembling so hard he nearly dropped it, and he slipped it on around his neck; the silver chain was freezing cold. He stared down at the golden core of the sun, swallowing loudly.

His littermates were given gifts as well: a moon for Hati and a star for Charlotte. His mother spoke more words to them, gave them gifts of horseflesh and destiny, and Skoll wondered vaguely what had happened to him these past few months, what had happened to destroy everything he’d held important, taking his fate from his hands. He couldn’t bring himself to feel anger or confusion, only a deep grief and love, although by the time Ayita whispered her love for them he was a whimpering, sobbing mess.

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