—— FANTASIA'S WAITING.

[Whipster]

WHILE HE WAS ATTACKED BY HIS SON, STABBED IN THE STOMACH, BACK AND HIS ARMS. HE SHOWED ME HIS SCARS. 82 YEARS OLD, TOLD ME "I STILL HAVE MY DAUGHTER AND MY WIFE. I STILL HAVE MY SON AND MY LIFE." TELL ME WHAT YOUR WORST FEARS ARE, I BET THEY LOOK A LOT LIKE MINE. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT WHEN YOU CAN'T FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT. TELL ME THAT YOU'RE STRUGGLING. NO, TELL ME THAT YOU'RE SCARED.

The brindle brute crossed the border into Foggy Hills with his crown high and limbs extending in some sort of dance. He had lost his home, but he was always close to his little band of only two, even Nexus was still a frequent figure in his life. This made him at ease, really, having a constant support system. Socrates felt at peace with where his life was heading - homeless, yes, but it didn't mean that he couldn't scope out the open land in the north. The rolling hills were caped with white when he broke from the tree line. Two great stallions had once ruled these lands. His mind told him of the chance he could be one of those someday. His shoulders shook slight, cold nipping at his fur-covered haunches. Yes, everything on him was now grown on him, his winter coat at its peek. It was the same as his daughter, she was so cute with her winter coat and the dances she did when she was alone. It was plain to see how much he loved her. How much he loved them. It all made his mind recall that day, asking her to stand at his side, all the while his mind screaming don't. But Socrates did, he did and he loved the little wolf more than he had ever once imagined. Thoughts of her flashed through his view, her face in which was always smiling behind his eyes. Briefly, the brindle brute questioned where his family could be. They did not stray far from him - though since his daughter had wandered off, he had not seen much of them. That is why he decided to let a call ring through the air, a shrill cry into the cool winter air. Socrates felt it was time for them to meet again, to be a family once again. It felt close to empty here, where he was used to the canopied Hollow, where things seemed together and it was home to him. After being pushed from it, the brute had felt enraged and wished death upon the stallion, Deade, who dared steal away his sanctuary. This would be avenged one day, no matter the cost. Socrates sighed to himself. Hot breath swirled like smoke from his coal lips. His long limbs started again, tracing the steps of Drover and Thranduil, up a slope to where he stopped and looked over the rest of the blanketed hillside fortress. He would somehow remain patient in wait for his family. And of course, he was not alone long. In the distance some, his daughter danced ahead of her mother, humming gently into the winds as they snarled past her. Tierney had heard her fathers call, and immediately changed course in hope her mother would follow.

little wings carry me home

TELL ME ABOUT GOD, AND EVERYTHING YOU KNOW
♥
kota -- the bae's

[kota]

   

 Arya had always dreamed of becoming the lord of her own castle. She'd told her parents this the moment she'd gained the ability to talk. They'd both shaken their heads in turn, the red lioness first, then the young blue wolf shortly after. Saying things such as: "Ruling a kingdom is not meant to be a ladies pursuit."; or, "You'll marry soon and give birth to lordly sons." Maybe those things hadn't been said specifically but she was sure it had been along those lines. The little wolf girl had scoffed at them and waited, biding her time. All the while she listened o the news of Halloween's daughter Nerissa, from the lips of her elder sister, Sansa (who had fallen into want with the black velvet debutant). How she'd gone from princess to heir, and with the death of her parents, Queen of Bear's Den.

    It was around that time opportunities had begun to open up all around her. Her uncle, Nexus, had seized a sizable piece of land in the East. It was then she sought refuge in the solitude of the Hollow, the first son had welcomed her with open arms. The Hollow was where she had met Socrates, the first boy who had even made her feel more avian than lupine. He had made her heart thump madly, a hummingbird's wings beating furiously against the confines of her steely breast, on top of a million butterflies in a roaring flutter within her gut. It had come to no surprise when spring came and went, her womb growing great with child.

    Though their comfortable life in the Hollow had been entirely ephemeral, the wolf girl and he philosopher's son had been forced into wandering (which she'd concluded was due to Nex's idiocy). Then a call had come from the North, the slight tug in her Uncle's gut had led hem here, to the hills.

    With bright eyes she surveyed the new land as well as she kept a close watch on her frolicking pup in her peripheral vision. She'd immediately settled in, she could even feel the tension leaving the shoulder's of Nexus who stood just feet away. Nexus briefly nodded to the lupine girl, raising his henna crown to hear the call from the ridge. Tier had already set off in response to her father's call, leaving the two to follow suit. "This place will no doubt make a great holdfast." says the lion to the little wolf. "A home that we must do our best not to lose." the she-wolf mutters, as she continues to trudge to her beloved.

[Whipster]

"SHE'S THE KINGS DAUGHTER"

Socrates had grown terribly restless in his wait. They were here, he knew, smelling them on the winds. They didn't come fast enough, and as if he were to fade fast from the distance... He moved on forward. Who else was he to find, than his daughter, bouncing along the toe paths. She had spotted him first, alerting mama that she would be moving on, and bounded across the last mile stretch, almost bumping face first into her father. The philosopher's son lifted his dark crown, overlooking the filly and on toward the distance. Socrates enjoyed the way in which his first born was attentive, a true scholars intuition. Whatever life he would create in his time, Tierney was the perfect candidate to carry it on. The chocolate skinned filly smirked, positioning herself next to the knight, whickering toward the direction she had come.

"How is your mother?" Socrates always asked. They shared the immense protectiveness over her, but were both aware she was capable as any. Oh, how he missed her when they were apart. Arya was the light of his awakening each morning. Nothing brought him more joy than drowning in her perfume, getting lost in her ever-tangling coal curls. He's dazed, somewhat, when they finally appear in ears reach, and a wide grin spreads across his lips, stepping on with lengthy strides. By her flank, his brother Nexus trod along, seeming to thoroughly inspect the Hills. He, himself, had plenty of time to adventure a bit. Especially when he had brought Tauriel home to see the place. Some pathways he was already good at walking, a well deserved arrogance to fly over the grassy hillside and lay his freedom in such a place. This could be home someday, couldn't it?

He pads forth and meets Arya halfway, his lips immediately sending a light kiss on the tippy top of her cranium. His ocean eyes smile with his face, amusement glistening clear as day. Socrates turned his attention to Nexus, approaching just seconds later. The brindled stallion bobbed his head in greetings, opportunity calling. "Good afternoon, friend," he said, baritone lyrics disturbing the silence. He leaned in close to his wife, keeping a slight ear on wherever Tierney is. At that moment, she was crawling beside her mothers uncle, gazing up at him wide eyed and curious. She liked to be one of the boys. His attention focused on what encapsulated them, approval written on his face. "I've come to enjoy the hills, Nexus. Have you?" A small pause, and he addresses Arya, leaving a kiss on her temple. "What of it, beloved? Do you see our children here?"




_____ kota || - - - ♥