All parents were the same it seemed. Grumble had not expected the reaction that befell, did not pay attention to the warning growls as she was so use to others making that sound towards her. That's why she named herself Grumble after all, because of all the growling that emitted from wolves throats when they looked at her, she associated the very noise with her identity. His body-language had puzzled her a little bit, in hindsight she should have thought about that observation more, hesitated.
The bite met with her cheek, a little under the right eye. The incisors cutting through her skin with ease, so fast that it took several moments before blood could make it's way to the surface and pour out. Perhaps it was a cruel reaction to her advances, but blunt interactions were what Grumble understood best. She immediately got the idea, with a surprise snarl, she quickly backing up, as the father boomed noises of protest at her actions. As she tried to keep quickly backing up to put up some distance between them, she felt a sudden blockade behind her, it was Almight. She did not hide behind him but look up at him momentarily for assistance, and realized from his behavior none would be given. Suddenly the father leapt in front of her, closing much of the attempted distance. Grumble found herself flattening her ears as he spoke. “Would you kill on command?!” His words so loud she could feel vibrations. Her pulse quicken and she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She had never killed anyone, could she do that?
The memory of her jaws clinging to her sister's swollen head, digging her fangs in so deep that the pressure caused the eye nearest to Grumble to pop out, hanging from the socket. Her wailing not phasing Grumble in the slightest, but that eye so similar to her own...as it hung limply and stared at her...
Never killed anyone.
Grumble hanging in the outskirts as the leader of the council of elders spoke to her parents, eyes clouding with cataracts and yet they sliced right through to their cores it seemed like. "Oh I am sure Ouroboros must be laughing at our Goddess, Marzanna. What you two have brought into this world and nurtured is a savage, a menace to society. Your bloodline is cursed. I sentence you, Anastaiya, Vlad, to death. Your savage daughter to exile, and castration or exile as well for the rest of your offspring."
Suddenly with those memories, an epiphany entered Grumble's brain. That look her parents gave at their sentencing. She did not understand it then, so calm and yet strong. It was defiance and conviction combine into one. No regrets but acceptance of their future. These thoughts and memories only took seconds of time away from reality. “We are not a soft family unit, I will teach you to hunt provided you hunt all - and not just food.” Almight's father soon added. The normality of society...was weak. Was that what he meant by a 'soft' family? Grumble could almost laugh at this situation suddenly, almost. This event, this temptation of pack-life was chipping away at the wall of ignorance she held so dear. Adults really are the worst, she vowed silently to never become one as she tried to fix her precious wall.
Grumble found herself making eye-contact with the terrifying father again, paws digging deep into the ground, her body lowered in an attempt of submission. She did not know it, but she was wearing the same expression of her parents on their final day. Whether he saw conviction or defiance in her eyes was not up for her to decide. She wanted to convey it, this feeling of hunger left by the anger and frustration of her entire lonely pathetic life. She wanted to bleed the world of everything it had for the rest of her life. She was no Ouroboros, there was no repetition or saving she understood or expected, and she didn't care to learn of those concepts either. These feelings were what allowed Grumble to endure and survive up to this point.
"I will consume everything without question. Teach me how to hunt Sir, teach me what a strong family is suppose to look like. Give me a purpose." She said, the words seeming to spew out of her maw without thought. She didn't even recognize her voice. Looking up at him, she remained in place, prepared to embrace any new lashing. She would not run.
Ouroboros = Serpent of ancient Egypt and Greece represented with its tail in its mouth, continually devouring itself and being reborn from itself.
Marzanna = Slavic Goddess of winter and death
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