No worries. I think it could be good to just wrap it up with this last reply. 500+ Her ears perked to catch the high pitched voice that belonged to her pale brother. She felt a little shiver run up her furry spine, making her fur stand up. The cream coated little girl knew too well that voice. First time she had ever heard it had tricked her into returning to her brother, and he had unleashed his fury upon her, and she knew she would never be able to forget that particular incident. She had been right though, it had been a silly thing to do that dead trick to him, and now he was furious. The little Aston child always tried her best to keep the peace and happiness up in the little family, but there were times where she completely failed, like now. The girl did understand her brother’s fury, because she had forced him to openly show his concern when he believed that she was either dead or dying. She felt slightly ill to her stomach, regret filling her whole being. How could she have done such a thing to him. Still, she refused to come forth from her little hiding spot behind the tall tree. His voice sounded again, and was not muffled this time, meaning he had exited the den and was outside, obviously looking for her. Maybe she could just go and take the beating. At least it would be over with that way and made him happy. Noir was a uniquely kind being, but she was still just a child, and a child would never go willingly into being beaten up. She sort of wanted to, but she couldn’t. Her limbs started to shake gently whenever she considered that possibility, but she could not make herself do it. No. There were surely other opportunities she could use to soothe his mood, but she could not think of what. The worst thing about this situation was that Toefur was still sitting outside the den, well in reach for Attila. She wanted to weep out loud when she thought about all the cruel things he could end up doing to her octopus friend.
Still, she had no choice. Her heart wept for her beloved toy, but her ivory mother had once fixed Toefur’s arm after Ocèane and Noir had disagreed on a topic. And, Attila would never be so cruel to destroy her toy, right? She clung to her naïve belief, praying for the survival of her cosy plushie with the retarded smile. There was no way she could go and get the toy anyway. She knew that if she did not come forth, Attila would get even angrier, but if she disappeared for a while, then maybe his anger would cool down a bit. It had happened before, so maybe it could happen again. Noir too could feel anger towards her siblings every now and then, but after a while it always seemed to drift from her body and leave her with only the love for them. It was worth a shot, she did not want to be mistreated if she could help it. The light girl turned away from the den and ran. It was possible that Attila got a glimpse of her as she set off, but she had more agility than he did, and there was already some distance between them, so she took her chances. She blindly headed off deeper into the woods, promising herself that she would not go home before she was certain that their mother had come home for the day. |
