Tongues and Teeth [solo]
Lilyfrost she/her // Dark Forest
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Re: Tongues and Teeth [solo]
Lark she/her Sleep does not come easy to her anymore. When she closes her eyes all Lark can see are the faces of those she failed to protect, the ones whose blood stains her paws. Falconfeather. Minkpaw. She should have been there for them. Should have protected them. But she didn't. Her fault. All her fault. |
Re: Tongues and Teeth [solo]
Lilyfrost she/her // Dark Forest Oh, how wonderful to know that simply showing up in her wretched daughter's dream was enough to get the girl practically mewling like a kit. How wonderful to know Lilyfrost still has her claws wrapped around the girl's throat even after death. Lilyfrost puts on her sweetest, most motherly smile and nuzzles in close with her daughter, trying desperately hard not to gag. |
Re: Tongues and Teeth [solo]
Lark she/her Her mother sounded angry, and Lark couldn't help the way she shrunk back, old fear singing in her veins as she gazed into dead, golden eyes. Part of her registered that the fear was warranted - she'd always been at least a little afraid of the mother who rejected her as a kit, but most of her so desperately wanted the love her mother seemed to be offering now, that reasonable judgement was pushed to the side in favor of indulging. |
Re: Tongues and Teeth [solo]
Lilyfrost she/her // Dark Forest Anger courses through the dead queen, and she glares harshly at her spawn, venom in her snarl. She'd tried being nice, clearly that got her nowhere. "All I'm hearing leave your mouth right now are pathetic excuses!" She snaps, ghostly teeth barred. "The only thing I want to hear out of you is 'yes ma'am' - do you understand me?" She intones. Trembling, her daughter nods. She nods. A deliberate disobedience. Lilyfrost take a step closer, "do I need to repeat myself?" She asks, deceptively calm. |
Re: Tongues and Teeth [solo]
Lark she/her Fear. The most potent emotion she felt right now was fear. Funny, how her mother managed to drag her back to a time when she was such a small kit, maybe two or three moons old, trying to do anything to get her approval only to be met with harsh words and less and less attention directed her way until she was crying for her mother to even look at her. |
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