02-10-2009, 09:06 AM
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Utålmodig? Aldri. Word count: 650 (oO) Gotta be Somebody Sliding along, body low and trying to blend in with vegetation, Mew felt silly. She knew where her brother resided, and if she hadn't she could have smelled it easily. Firefly would be there with her nephews too, probably. But that wasn't the source of her uncomfortable feelings. Ever since the last time she had spoken with Firefly, Haku had not spoken a word to Mew. Not that the siblings sought each other much - their relationship was strange and did not require more than the occasional refreshing conversation. Yet, for it to have passed that long without bumping into each other at some point or another was not like them. If she picked up his scent she would normally come to greet him, and so would he, although ever since she revealed his secret to Firefly (which right now just seemed like a brilliant joke since Deuce had recently joined their ranks. Was he to have a harem?), no such thing had happened. Almost as if they had been avoiding each other. Mew was certain that he was angry with her, and justified, as she had used him in an attempt to hurt Firefly. It hadn't been right of her, but damn it had felt good. She had avoided him whenever his scent had passed her snout, not wanting to face the punishment she deserved. It pained her, altogether, having yet another thing straining their relationship. And she hadn't seen the children yet, but she was very much eager to do so. Hell she'd met her grown niece before she'd met the pups born into her own pack - the wrong way around. All of it was wrong, and thus she was trying to make amends, still avoiding a confrontation with him face-to-face, by leaving a gift at his house like a coward, in the middle of the night. She wasn't stupid enough to think that her pelt would cover her, and knew very well that should he - or Firefly - look out the window at the right moment, Mew would be spotted. Thus, since the risk of getting caught was high - as soon as she came in view from the house she straightened up and walked normally, holding her gift in one hand as if she meant to approach him properly. If she wasn't spotted it was all good, and if she was she could, perhaps, still retain some of her dignity. If he should find the gift the day after Mew was sure he would understand it was from her, and though she didn't know if he carried the same passions as herself, she hoped he would find the violin of interest. A lot of hours had gone into building the thing, and she was very fond of it. Nearly too fond of it to let it go, and that was why she thought it a suitable gift. If he found it, it would mean that it was natural for him to seek her out, and perhaps then his heart would be somewhat softened towards her and what she had done. One could hope. The windows confused her, and suddenly, in the darkness, she failed at seeing which side of the house was the front or the back. Surely the back would be less risky, and was what she was aiming for. Miserably failing at interpreting buildings, though, Mew soon found herself at the front, and there was no turning back. Mumbling under her breath, she looked around, slightly stressed, trying to find a suitable place for the wooden violin. It was rainy, and she didn't want it ruined by moisture. The sounds she uttered as she spoke to herself were barely audible, and she believed herself to be alone. One could never know, though, and the weather was just gray enough to make her unable to distinguish things perfectly. Where to put this then... |
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