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mother knows best - Sabre - 03-09-2016 Sabre and from the rain
It’s definitely weird being the “obedient” one.comes a river running wild that will create an empire for you (Notice the quotation marks around obedient, because it’s definitely a…relative term. First of all, I don’t—and won’t ever—pin “obedience” as one of the words that describes me; it sounds submissive, and I do what I want. Sometimes it just happens to be what others want too. And second, I don’t think Ma would ever consider us to be obedient. We can always do better.) Still, who’s the one sneaking off on grand (I’m assuming) adventures, and who’s the one clinging to Ma like a thorn in her side? It’s strange being separated from brother so much, and I don’t like it. Narrowing my eyes, I huff an overly dramatic sigh, casting one last pointed glare into the crimson shadows before jerking around in a less-than-graceful fit of indignation. Even if I would never admit it a million years, and I ignore this fact with a prideful passion, it really is my own fault that our adventures have led us apart. I know that if I would actually wake up when he leaves (because of course he has to sneak off before the butt crack of dawn), then we would be off causing mischief together—but what can I say? A girl needs her beauty sleep. Or whatever. With my little tail flicking sharply around my rump, I march over to where Ma stands. I toss my head at the tight pinching of my stomach, my hunger driving me to snake my head under her flank to grasp at nourishment, suckling what I can before she inevitably pushes me away. Smacking my lips, I dance beyond the line of any hooves or teeth that might come flying my way, before glancing at her with a decisive bob of my head. notes; I'm sorry it's so bad! I'm rusty ._. “Speech.” . @Colt || image || table RE: mother knows best - Colt - 03-12-2016
@Sabre time for some interesting mother/daughter bonding C": RE: mother knows best - Sabre - 04-28-2016 Sabre and from the rain
“Has your brother gone again?”comes a river running wild that will create an empire for you Her voice cuts like a guttural knife, a baited hook that reaches out to snag my throat and expose my secrets. I feel frozen beneath her stare—like a deer caught in the headlights, stage fright, take your pick—with every muscle of my young body leeched of its warmth and left immobile. I don’t like feeling so vulnerable, but I am not a practiced liar. You see, I usually tend to take a more direct approach (more apt to pounding someone into the ground to get what I want, rather than sneak around all smart like and make elaborate plans). I’m fine leaving all that up to brother. Except for in a situation like this, when I’m pinned beneath Ma’s steely, narrowed gaze. I feel my ears flatten in my sudden agitation, a knot in my chest tightening from fear and frustration, and my fluffy tail whizzes sharply around my butt. “Uhmm,” I stammer, grinding my little teeth together, wanting to look away from her stony eyes but somehow unable to (how does she do that?!). Ugh. I love Ma, I suppose, but I am bound to brother with a bond far tighter than I could ever hope to explain. I’m not about to rat him out, even to Ma (especially to Ma, perhaps). That is—intentionally, at least. As afore explained, I am far from the best little liar out there, and she is bound to read every line of my blood-splattered face. I growl to myself in a low huff of breath, gesturing with a sharp nod of my head, “He’s gone just over there.” I’m not exactly lying. In that general direction is where I had last seen him disappear, and who’s to say that he’s not there now? Ma can go check herself if she really doubts me (a half-hearted flare of my indignant spirit, knowing full well that I have been discovered. My pride is just too hopelessly bloated to admit it outright). Fearing the wrath of her anger, I continue quickly, hoping to distract her. “Ma,” I speak boldly, hoping to demand her attention as I circle around, facing her more directly, “tell me more about the Empire.” I can only hope that she catches what I’ve thrown out; if I have learning anything, it’s that Ma worships her Empire, it is everything to her. I know its kingdom, and I know the most basic of principles, but anything more complex than that is a mystery. I’m not interested in all the semantics and politics, but my curiosity does get the better of me. “Why aren’t there more with us?” I question genuinely this time, unable to understand that if we are part of the supreme Empire, then why do we seem so alone? “Speech.” . @Colt tagging because I've taken forever D: || image || table |