03-12-2020, 11:00 AM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]Ever since Moth had her children, she had grown more worried. No longer for herself, but for their lives, a motherly worry and fear, hope that they would stay safe. Although they were still young children they had been given mostly free reign. No wondering outside of the territory if she could help it, and she wanted to give a curfew, though they knew that at night, when it was dark, it could be scary. They were children after all, being scared of the dark was something that was just there for them, making no sense, but, at least, it kept them coming home around the time it began to get dark, or, at least, that's what Moth told herself the reason was.
When Ivan hadn't come home yet though, she'd been worried. It was beginning to get dark after all.
Moving out into the territory the fire-y orange feline would open her jaws and follow the scent of her son, ears pricking as she listened out just in case, and upon hearing him speak would rush out towards that area, scared of what could be near him due to the words spoken. Was it another Pittian here to capture and kill, despite the warning they had received upon her own capture?
No. It was a baby bird, with two heads. That was something Moth didn't often see, though it didn't matter, for Ivan was obviously scared, whether or not he wanted to show it, and mom was here now, ready to protect him. "Ivan!" Moth would breathe out, moving forward aiming to brush against her child, "Are you okay?"
When Ivan hadn't come home yet though, she'd been worried. It was beginning to get dark after all.
Moving out into the territory the fire-y orange feline would open her jaws and follow the scent of her son, ears pricking as she listened out just in case, and upon hearing him speak would rush out towards that area, scared of what could be near him due to the words spoken. Was it another Pittian here to capture and kill, despite the warning they had received upon her own capture?
No. It was a baby bird, with two heads. That was something Moth didn't often see, though it didn't matter, for Ivan was obviously scared, whether or not he wanted to show it, and mom was here now, ready to protect him. "Ivan!" Moth would breathe out, moving forward aiming to brush against her child, "Are you okay?"