01-17-2012, 12:40 AM
((Set in western tangles, outside of AW.)) ((WC: 409.))
She had crossed many thousands of miles to stand here, in the ashes of what had once been the small cabin she and her mother had shared with her brother Taliesin. Before her father had taken them all to Dahlia, before Firefly and Colibri. She had loved Colibri like a sister. And oh how she hated Firefly for making her mother feel unsafe, for making her mother feel she needed to send little Willow away before she was even one. Odadio had trained her well in the art of being an assassin, a tool. Perhaps if the bitch was still around, Willow could destroy her. And if not, well, perhaps she could reconnect with her father and mother. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Willow had no desire to 'reconnect' with the mother who abandoned her. Deuce had taken care of her for a few short months. Deuce had forced her to leave, had forced her to grow up without a mother's guiding influence. Alley had hated her, had hated her ambitions. Odadio had been a mentor, and eventually a lover. Willow didn't have parents after being taken away. She had raised herself with the help of the psychotic and demon ridden Odadio, the man whom any others would be measured against.
All others would loose.
Willow lifted a shard of pottery from the ashes of the cabin, then tossed it aside. The scent of other packs was strong here, but none she recognized. A few more miles south, though, she came across the scent of... Aniwaya. She had met someone from there once. A pup her age. She laughed half bitterly. She somehow doubted anyone she would remember would be in the lands anymore. Not even her so called family. Nor did she care if they were. Noah and Tal had abandoned her.
Even the short time while Tal had been Kira's lover and mate had been devoid of her brother's acknowledgement. He had seen her, and he had looked through her. She had laughed the day the news spread that Tal had killed one pup and fled with the other two. She doubted it was him, but who really knew? After all, no one would suspect a mother of abandoning her young offspring, either. And yet she herself was living proof of that one.
She let out a breath, the bitterness growing inside of her. Life was a bitch, and then you died. After that, there was nothing but hellfire.
She had crossed many thousands of miles to stand here, in the ashes of what had once been the small cabin she and her mother had shared with her brother Taliesin. Before her father had taken them all to Dahlia, before Firefly and Colibri. She had loved Colibri like a sister. And oh how she hated Firefly for making her mother feel unsafe, for making her mother feel she needed to send little Willow away before she was even one. Odadio had trained her well in the art of being an assassin, a tool. Perhaps if the bitch was still around, Willow could destroy her. And if not, well, perhaps she could reconnect with her father and mother. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Willow had no desire to 'reconnect' with the mother who abandoned her. Deuce had taken care of her for a few short months. Deuce had forced her to leave, had forced her to grow up without a mother's guiding influence. Alley had hated her, had hated her ambitions. Odadio had been a mentor, and eventually a lover. Willow didn't have parents after being taken away. She had raised herself with the help of the psychotic and demon ridden Odadio, the man whom any others would be measured against.
All others would loose.
Willow lifted a shard of pottery from the ashes of the cabin, then tossed it aside. The scent of other packs was strong here, but none she recognized. A few more miles south, though, she came across the scent of... Aniwaya. She had met someone from there once. A pup her age. She laughed half bitterly. She somehow doubted anyone she would remember would be in the lands anymore. Not even her so called family. Nor did she care if they were. Noah and Tal had abandoned her.
Even the short time while Tal had been Kira's lover and mate had been devoid of her brother's acknowledgement. He had seen her, and he had looked through her. She had laughed the day the news spread that Tal had killed one pup and fled with the other two. She doubted it was him, but who really knew? After all, no one would suspect a mother of abandoning her young offspring, either. And yet she herself was living proof of that one.
She let out a breath, the bitterness growing inside of her. Life was a bitch, and then you died. After that, there was nothing but hellfire.