He was quick to enter the circle of the remainder of the Empire. As he neared, he could feel the eyes of the Nima children on him, or at least one in specific. He felt her surly gaze wherever he went, regardless if she was there too. A constant threat, a constant fire of rage. He loathed being in her presence since the day at the Cavern, a place he’d gone out of his way to avoid since its occurrence. He kept his gaze on his sister, her smile relieving some of the stress that clung to the air and had wrapped around his lungs.
Abaeze Ebo perched himself next to Lapis, brushing his shoulder against her flank in greeting as he came to rest. Tomas’ greeting relaxed him further, and the voice of his father soothed him as Papi spoke.
Igbo spoke of Nima, of her decision to charge them each with a stance on their loyalty to the pack, to her. The woman was a blip in his memory, a vague and foreign figure that sometimes appeared in the background of his dreams. Forever hovering in silence as if waiting to see the day they all proved themselves beyond her grave. It left him feeling haunted by the woman, even through the eyes of her children. They were a force to be reckoned with, and one that Abaeze wanted no part of.
Papi continued, announcing that neither him or Tomas, as well as the the collective youth, were far beyond their given title. That the whole group of them were worth more; deserving of more. He wanted to reorganize the pack’s titles and responsibilities, and Abaeze couldn’t help but beam up at his father in pride. Leaning over to his sister, in quiet and hushed words, he whispered into her cheek, “Father is quite the visionary.”
His amber gaze slowly shifted to flit between the Nima children, saving the wildest for last. The boy remained silent, brows furrowed, as he glanced between the four Nima children. What would they think of this? What would they say? Abaeze Ebo could only imagine Kopec’s rebuttle, almost certain this would wage yet another war between all of them.
If the Empire was in reform, did he truly want to be apart of it? His allegiance lay with his father, with his sister- even with Tomas. He only felt pity for the dead boy’s sister, and he avoided the Nima children at all cost. Home was a cold and empty place, he grew further detached from it’s lonely mountainside and ever-changing stream with each passing day. How far would Papi go to keep the lot of them together, and how would they manage with the Nima children defiant and disrespectful to everyone that wasn’t a Daniels?
Gulping down air, questions whirred a mile a minute in his head. Curling his tail around his paws, straightening his posture and pushing his paws against the familiar terrain of the rocky surface, he waited for the silence to break.
Jun 03, 2018 03:30 PM — Post #15
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