09-09-2020, 04:59 PM
There was something to be said; about law. He woke up early, if he slept at all; the rustle of his siblings, a stir of them both made law restless ( close – too close to be comfortable ). The mornings would catch the quiet child by the beach, to hear the rush of the wavering sea; to catch the scent of morning as sleep collectively left his crew- his family for a crisper one. It was hard to describe sleep smell; something soft and sweet, it muted natural scents and in the night it almost blanketed his den, his mother’s den: when he passed he didn’t notice the lack of one, when he went to the beach he didn’t notice.
Not until he heard his mother s c r e a m
There was a trio along the door to momma’s room, where the scream came from. Law’s ear twitched, he only heard…. Why was momma screaming- where was mother? Law’s entire form was shock still; watching the trio talk beyond the viel of the door, law could only watch distantly in the hallway as lovekit’s voice broke into the fog slowly coming into the creature’s own mind (shock, fear, momma… mother…? Law unconsciously moved to walked beyond lovekit as he went to inspect the duo of their parents. His eyes were grey this morning, a slight reflection fo yellow as he tried… tried to read the situation. Law felt his own throat close; felt suddenly so aware of his own silence. Momma’s scream, his family’s chatter and law…
All law had to him was this silence
Law was aware of his own brother- running as slowly another scent joined the rest of them. Death was common; it tasted like blood on the young creature’s tongue; of sweet baked rot and a climate to life- bitter. but as law approached past his own sibling- beyond the scuffle that were created outside in the hallway; law walked closer, the slow tremble in his form shown only by the quake of his wings, the tense of his entire form hidden by the cover so much like mother- like sam; just like mother
Death smelled like sleep on sam.
It was a disconnect that law felt through him. No- law wasn’t like lovekit, or the others: he could tell instantly. Like the prey he munched on happily, the ones mother- the two of them had given them to replace the sweet smell of milk not too long ago. Now it was here in the room. A presence alongside his mom.
Sam smelled like sleep, and everyone else in the room- smelled it; their words were a chorus of it. Everyone was a chorus of a wave of voices and law felt so incredibly
S m a l l
He wanted to rage; wanted to scream and cry and do something; beyond the shock still- stiff form of himself. His mother was dead and the other was blank- was so far away that law couldn’t reach and law felt so alone.
His body felt so weighted; and law fell, clumsy large paws and antlered head smacking to the ground. A sudden force from the creature as he watched the entire scene unfold before him.
Silent and small
Unchanging
(there was nothing to do; nothing he could change.)
Not until he heard his mother s c r e a m
There was a trio along the door to momma’s room, where the scream came from. Law’s ear twitched, he only heard…. Why was momma screaming- where was mother? Law’s entire form was shock still; watching the trio talk beyond the viel of the door, law could only watch distantly in the hallway as lovekit’s voice broke into the fog slowly coming into the creature’s own mind (shock, fear, momma… mother…? Law unconsciously moved to walked beyond lovekit as he went to inspect the duo of their parents. His eyes were grey this morning, a slight reflection fo yellow as he tried… tried to read the situation. Law felt his own throat close; felt suddenly so aware of his own silence. Momma’s scream, his family’s chatter and law…
All law had to him was this silence
Law was aware of his own brother- running as slowly another scent joined the rest of them. Death was common; it tasted like blood on the young creature’s tongue; of sweet baked rot and a climate to life- bitter. but as law approached past his own sibling- beyond the scuffle that were created outside in the hallway; law walked closer, the slow tremble in his form shown only by the quake of his wings, the tense of his entire form hidden by the cover so much like mother- like sam; just like mother
Death smelled like sleep on sam.
It was a disconnect that law felt through him. No- law wasn’t like lovekit, or the others: he could tell instantly. Like the prey he munched on happily, the ones mother- the two of them had given them to replace the sweet smell of milk not too long ago. Now it was here in the room. A presence alongside his mom.
Sam smelled like sleep, and everyone else in the room- smelled it; their words were a chorus of it. Everyone was a chorus of a wave of voices and law felt so incredibly
S m a l l
He wanted to rage; wanted to scream and cry and do something; beyond the shock still- stiff form of himself. His mother was dead and the other was blank- was so far away that law couldn’t reach and law felt so alone.
His body felt so weighted; and law fell, clumsy large paws and antlered head smacking to the ground. A sudden force from the creature as he watched the entire scene unfold before him.
Silent and small
Unchanging
(there was nothing to do; nothing he could change.)
[glow=#FEF1B5,2,300]The dark doesn't frighten me[/glow]
[glow=#FEF1B5,2,300]I chose to close my eyes; it is mine[/glow]
I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO