09-10-2012, 06:00 PM
He looked at her, her skeletal form so fragile and frail. Never had he thought he would see his mother looking so defeated. It pained him inside, like seeing one of his sisters hurting. But there was no enemy to last out against, no one to fight to make things better. He could see the inside of their house, what used to be his home, it was nothing short of destroyed, wooden furniture littered the floor. Always, always she had been the strong one, the guardian, the protector, her name meaning. Vibrant eyes were dull as they beheld the fallen warrior.
The silence stretched on between them, and he rose from his knees, towering over her much shorter body. She didn't look like his mother anymore, she was a stranger that was merely familiar. Her old friends would have despaired at seeing her, Uncle Ookami would be horrified when he saw her. But as much as she didn't look like Mahnaya, she was. That much was unmistakable. For the first time since learning to take his alternate forms Honrin wished he was small again, when she was fierce and always sorted out the problems.
Her voice pierced his heavy thoughts as though from a dream,
"Call them. Call the ones who would come. Your sisters.. your father. It's time for them to come out." Then the woman turned and went back into the house. He heard excited yipping from inside, muffled by doors of wood. For a second Honrin allowed his tears to continue falling, making tracts in his white fur before he raised his head and let out his peculiar call, the booming bark in place of a howl. Who of their broken family would come and who would stay away.
Not long passed, Pandora appeared at his side, her cheeks already wet when she saw her brother. Her voice was quiet, a comfort, "'Rin..." Pandora pressed herself against him, seeking her own comfort in his strength. The smallest Denahlii girl trembled with fear and excitement and they both thought the same question. Would they be the only two to welcome out their new siblings into the world.
The silence stretched on between them, and he rose from his knees, towering over her much shorter body. She didn't look like his mother anymore, she was a stranger that was merely familiar. Her old friends would have despaired at seeing her, Uncle Ookami would be horrified when he saw her. But as much as she didn't look like Mahnaya, she was. That much was unmistakable. For the first time since learning to take his alternate forms Honrin wished he was small again, when she was fierce and always sorted out the problems.
Her voice pierced his heavy thoughts as though from a dream,
"Call them. Call the ones who would come. Your sisters.. your father. It's time for them to come out." Then the woman turned and went back into the house. He heard excited yipping from inside, muffled by doors of wood. For a second Honrin allowed his tears to continue falling, making tracts in his white fur before he raised his head and let out his peculiar call, the booming bark in place of a howl. Who of their broken family would come and who would stay away.
Not long passed, Pandora appeared at his side, her cheeks already wet when she saw her brother. Her voice was quiet, a comfort, "'Rin..." Pandora pressed herself against him, seeking her own comfort in his strength. The smallest Denahlii girl trembled with fear and excitement and they both thought the same question. Would they be the only two to welcome out their new siblings into the world.