07-09-2020, 10:31 PM
[div style="cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur836.cur"), auto; margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]She had almost forgotten this sense of longing for home and family, crystalline eyes sneaking glances towards the scenery that unraveled before her - the scenery that became unswallowed by the horizon their abyssal mother flew carefully towards. Home? Could Virgo call this place home or was it merely a place they could feed? The memories were all a blur, suppressed within the inner working coils that kept the creature together. As of this moment, she was pretending to sleep, body curled and resting beneath any warmth she could steal from the sun. She was still struggling to comprehend how she felt about this reunion. She was afraid that once again it would be temporary, or perhaps something about this moment would become stolen or tainted. There was no doubt that she felt this overwhelming need to protect what was around her but the way her cold gaze touched the forms of her siblings was anything but familial. It was almost as though she regarded them as her property; she saw them as property she had lost and refused to lose again. Since reuniting with her siblings and Luciferus once again, perhaps the change in the alpha was less obvious. It had been a while, of course. Virgo had always been the sort of proud, stand-offish one. She was the one who held so much pride in her bloodline that she was too arrogant to act. That said, her ability to express any ounce of affection seemed to have diminished. She was cold and bitter even in the face of her own siblings.
How else was she supposed to react? She felt cheated of her emotions, grieved her siblings before and now they were here alive and breathing. She hadn't necessarily spent her months alone but Virgo had trained herself to suppress and bottle. There was no need to show the weakness of how she felt. If anything, the sensation of joy that threatened to escape her maw was something that now felt alien and wrong. She couldn't allow herself to be engulfed by the warmth of reunion.
It took some time before Virgo noticed the heavy scent of sea salt, nostrils flaring when she felt their protector begin to descend towards the water and towards the sandy beach. The ven showed no particular reaction to this. She did, however, exchange short glances towards the hum of Ament's purrs. He was the loyal one, the only male of the pack. Her gaze then wanders towards her sister, face unreadable before she tears her face away. It was only upon landing that she finally lifted herself, standing upon her stocky haunches and stretching her feathery limbs. Virgo stifled a yawn, face unphased when her feet touched the sand. While she was surprised when she sunk from the lack of solidity that was the sand, she didn't dare show it. The only evidence of her shock came from the shrinking of her pupils, as if an innate fear seemed to simmer and threaten to reveal itself to her. She couldn't remember. It either wasn't important or that deeply suppressed within her.
This place was supposed to be home. She knew that. She had been born and raised here. Funny how a few months could feel like an eternity. She felt like a stranger in a place, as though the crafter who had molded her shape had paid no mind the other pieces they had created - she was an alien among a home of warm blooded beasts. And despite the crack of fear that simmered its way to the surface, the energy she radiated was more volatile and dangerous than the weakness she showed.
How else was she supposed to react? She felt cheated of her emotions, grieved her siblings before and now they were here alive and breathing. She hadn't necessarily spent her months alone but Virgo had trained herself to suppress and bottle. There was no need to show the weakness of how she felt. If anything, the sensation of joy that threatened to escape her maw was something that now felt alien and wrong. She couldn't allow herself to be engulfed by the warmth of reunion.
It took some time before Virgo noticed the heavy scent of sea salt, nostrils flaring when she felt their protector begin to descend towards the water and towards the sandy beach. The ven showed no particular reaction to this. She did, however, exchange short glances towards the hum of Ament's purrs. He was the loyal one, the only male of the pack. Her gaze then wanders towards her sister, face unreadable before she tears her face away. It was only upon landing that she finally lifted herself, standing upon her stocky haunches and stretching her feathery limbs. Virgo stifled a yawn, face unphased when her feet touched the sand. While she was surprised when she sunk from the lack of solidity that was the sand, she didn't dare show it. The only evidence of her shock came from the shrinking of her pupils, as if an innate fear seemed to simmer and threaten to reveal itself to her. She couldn't remember. It either wasn't important or that deeply suppressed within her.
This place was supposed to be home. She knew that. She had been born and raised here. Funny how a few months could feel like an eternity. She felt like a stranger in a place, as though the crafter who had molded her shape had paid no mind the other pieces they had created - she was an alien among a home of warm blooded beasts. And despite the crack of fear that simmered its way to the surface, the energy she radiated was more volatile and dangerous than the weakness she showed.