Post by AFireInTheSnow on Jan 27, 2011 14:19:17 GMT -5
Bloodlines
Chapter Four;
Fear
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"Papa, what's happening to me?" Sira asked softly. The pack had finally calmed down after the incident a few nights previously, but she still didn't know what was going on. She remembered bursting into flames the previous night... After that she remembered nothing at all... Had she fainted or something? Had she hurt Cairo? She had no recollection of anything aside from feeling a sudden, intense burning hatred... Was it even really the last night?
Dazen sighed softly from his spot across the room. Sira had been unconscious for a little over a week since she flamed for the first time, and her pale green eyes were dark with confusion. Her mother's eyes changed colours in the same way, Dazen noted. One main colour that changed depending on her mood. It was pleasing to see the similarities between mother and daughter...
He snapped out of his reverie as his daughter repeated her question warily, followed by a quiet "Am I in trouble?"
Dazen smiled faintly and walked over to his daughter, his strides long, slow and calm. He knelt in front of where she sat with her legs crossed, looking fearfully up at him. That fear saddened him immensely. His arms came around the small girl, sitting back on his rear and hugging her tightly against his chest. "No, Sira... You're not in trouble..." he murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head gently. He purred to reassure her, stroking her back with one hand.
She whimpered and snuggled into his torso, and within moments Dazen could feel the dampness of tears soaking through his shirt and fur. He groaned, holding his daughter closer to himself. "Sira... Nothing is wrong with you, nothing bad is happening to you, and you aren't in trouble for what you are..."
"And... and w-what am I-I?" she choked out, her small form buried into her father's chest.
Dazen bit his lip. How did he tell his daughter that she was a half-Daemon? How could he tell her she was different from the others in their pack? He stroked her back gently as she cried into his torso, his chin resting lightly on her head.
"Sira..." he started. Being blunt might have to be his best option, he thought. "You're Feral... Daemon. That's why you flamed like you did last week."
"L-last week?!" She squealed, jolting in his arms.
"Yes, last week... You've been out cold for eight days, little one."
She frowned and pulled away her teary face from her father's chest, looking up at him with black eyes. "What happened...?"
Dazen took a deep breath, thinking over his words carefully. "When Cairo upset you, you lost control. You started to flame, and probably would have hurt or killed Cairo if your mother and I weren't there to stop you... I phased and grabbed you, convincing you to come back. You calmed down, sat down and passed out... You've been asleep all week."
Sira blinked several times. She had been asleep? What had happened while she was out? Was the pack mad at her? Was Cairo okay? When she asked her father, he paused and explained that the pack was not angry with her, and she had not harmed Cairo. She didn't believe him, so he called for Cairo to come to the den.
The boy was wary and fearful of Sira, but she could see he hadn't been hurt by her. She frowned as he ran from the den when dismissed, and whimpered.
"He wasn't like that before."
"You scared him, Sira," Dazen replied, kissing her forehead gently. "Of course he's changed."
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For the next few days, every time Sira went outside, the other members of her pack shied away from her. It frustrated and upset her, and she often ran off into the forest and didn't return until her mother or father came to get her. She avoided any other Werecat she met. Even when her pack would go to the weekly Clanmeet with the other Were packs nearby (two Werecat, three Werewolf,) she avoided all Weres there. She clambered up into tall trees and stayed there until her father dragged her down, which was an astounding feat to accomplish.
Ever since the Feral incident, Sira had discovered she was able to phase, and she used to to her advantage. Her father, not knowing what her feline form was, could not find her. She hid in the trees and behind thornbushes and any cover she could find, using her black fur to blend into the darkness of their moonlit world.
Silverwing, however, was always able to find her daughter. Their relationship had always been weaker than the bond Sira had had with her father. She mostly spent her time teaching Sira the magics of their kind. The daughter just seemed to gravitate towards her father more, and Silver didn't mind it. Whenever Dazen couldn't find the little girl, though Silverwing was always able to find her. She hid in clever places; tree trunks, high branches, and caves formed under the rooms of trees among them. The girl was a strategist.
Dazen always asked how Silver had found the child after she brought Sira home and put her to bed, and she always smiled and winked, saying "It's a girl thing."
What either parent didn't know that at times when Cairo's friends found their daughter first, they beat her, hurt her, ganged up on the child. It was part of why she avoided everyone nowadays, because she was afraid of them finding her. Because she was afraid of what might happen if her anger peaked again.
This had to stop.
Chapter Four;
Fear
---------------
"Papa, what's happening to me?" Sira asked softly. The pack had finally calmed down after the incident a few nights previously, but she still didn't know what was going on. She remembered bursting into flames the previous night... After that she remembered nothing at all... Had she fainted or something? Had she hurt Cairo? She had no recollection of anything aside from feeling a sudden, intense burning hatred... Was it even really the last night?
Dazen sighed softly from his spot across the room. Sira had been unconscious for a little over a week since she flamed for the first time, and her pale green eyes were dark with confusion. Her mother's eyes changed colours in the same way, Dazen noted. One main colour that changed depending on her mood. It was pleasing to see the similarities between mother and daughter...
He snapped out of his reverie as his daughter repeated her question warily, followed by a quiet "Am I in trouble?"
Dazen smiled faintly and walked over to his daughter, his strides long, slow and calm. He knelt in front of where she sat with her legs crossed, looking fearfully up at him. That fear saddened him immensely. His arms came around the small girl, sitting back on his rear and hugging her tightly against his chest. "No, Sira... You're not in trouble..." he murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head gently. He purred to reassure her, stroking her back with one hand.
She whimpered and snuggled into his torso, and within moments Dazen could feel the dampness of tears soaking through his shirt and fur. He groaned, holding his daughter closer to himself. "Sira... Nothing is wrong with you, nothing bad is happening to you, and you aren't in trouble for what you are..."
"And... and w-what am I-I?" she choked out, her small form buried into her father's chest.
Dazen bit his lip. How did he tell his daughter that she was a half-Daemon? How could he tell her she was different from the others in their pack? He stroked her back gently as she cried into his torso, his chin resting lightly on her head.
"Sira..." he started. Being blunt might have to be his best option, he thought. "You're Feral... Daemon. That's why you flamed like you did last week."
"L-last week?!" She squealed, jolting in his arms.
"Yes, last week... You've been out cold for eight days, little one."
She frowned and pulled away her teary face from her father's chest, looking up at him with black eyes. "What happened...?"
Dazen took a deep breath, thinking over his words carefully. "When Cairo upset you, you lost control. You started to flame, and probably would have hurt or killed Cairo if your mother and I weren't there to stop you... I phased and grabbed you, convincing you to come back. You calmed down, sat down and passed out... You've been asleep all week."
Sira blinked several times. She had been asleep? What had happened while she was out? Was the pack mad at her? Was Cairo okay? When she asked her father, he paused and explained that the pack was not angry with her, and she had not harmed Cairo. She didn't believe him, so he called for Cairo to come to the den.
The boy was wary and fearful of Sira, but she could see he hadn't been hurt by her. She frowned as he ran from the den when dismissed, and whimpered.
"He wasn't like that before."
"You scared him, Sira," Dazen replied, kissing her forehead gently. "Of course he's changed."
---
For the next few days, every time Sira went outside, the other members of her pack shied away from her. It frustrated and upset her, and she often ran off into the forest and didn't return until her mother or father came to get her. She avoided any other Werecat she met. Even when her pack would go to the weekly Clanmeet with the other Were packs nearby (two Werecat, three Werewolf,) she avoided all Weres there. She clambered up into tall trees and stayed there until her father dragged her down, which was an astounding feat to accomplish.
Ever since the Feral incident, Sira had discovered she was able to phase, and she used to to her advantage. Her father, not knowing what her feline form was, could not find her. She hid in the trees and behind thornbushes and any cover she could find, using her black fur to blend into the darkness of their moonlit world.
Silverwing, however, was always able to find her daughter. Their relationship had always been weaker than the bond Sira had had with her father. She mostly spent her time teaching Sira the magics of their kind. The daughter just seemed to gravitate towards her father more, and Silver didn't mind it. Whenever Dazen couldn't find the little girl, though Silverwing was always able to find her. She hid in clever places; tree trunks, high branches, and caves formed under the rooms of trees among them. The girl was a strategist.
Dazen always asked how Silver had found the child after she brought Sira home and put her to bed, and she always smiled and winked, saying "It's a girl thing."
What either parent didn't know that at times when Cairo's friends found their daughter first, they beat her, hurt her, ganged up on the child. It was part of why she avoided everyone nowadays, because she was afraid of them finding her. Because she was afraid of what might happen if her anger peaked again.
This had to stop.