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01-02-2013, 12:40 AM
Mother has never looked so...small, before. Kipp hadn't realized until she stood beside him, but he was definitely shooting up. Her eyes were cold and hard, and in that moment Kipp hated her. He was never one to hate, but if he ever did it would be Mother. Emerson had always been loving, encouraging him to do what he wanted. Mother on the other hand was far too cold, as if carved from ice and slate. She reflected it through her coat, through every aspect of her life. Kipp had enjoyed being away from her; frolicking, playing, learning. It hadn't been long, but it had certainly left an impression. But then in a flash it was gone, and he felt absolutely terrible. He couldn't hate her, she was his mother. Mother's lips curled, anger and disgust filling her face. Kipp knew what came next, and felt a bit queasy. He wasn't good with pain, or punishment. Didn't know if he could handle it without giving in and doing something he really shouldn't. She lunged and grabbed hold of his ear and he bellowed, the noise having moved from the ranges of childish squealing into the adolescence of his gender. Kipp allowed her to bite down for a while before he couldn't handle it and wheeled away, ripping himself from her and springing away with the agility his stature gave him. Head lowered in shame and fear. Hoping he hadn't struck her when he'd thrust out his forelegs. He couldn't help it, he'd thrust away with his hind legs to get away from her and naturally his forelegs would rise. If he'd hit her on accident, he'd be punished severely. "I was following Emerson! You never taught me how to track others!" It was completely unfair what she was doing, and it leaked a little into the terrified, childish waiver of his voice. Desperate, hoping he wouldn't be punished even more. Tone reflecting how weak and small he felt, inwardly begging her not to hurt him again. She was much stronger than him, and he'd taken her punishments every time. But now he was much more inclined to flee, and felt like a coward for it. Even so, Kipp had been raised by her and knew running wasn't an option. It still crossed his mind every time, as he was one of the sons most punished due to his behavior and personality. |
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