04-20-2022, 05:50 AM
She could hear them. Who wouldn't hear the crying sounds of newborns — and thought it was the first, there was no mistaken by the scent of blood within the air, and the royal den being pre-occupied. Many assumptions came between her first — her complaints of soreness and her growing sides that were the result of but a binging and it seemed a blindness came, or even.. Was she hiding it from them?
That she had a second litter?
That they had siblings?
Was it the same father?
Much of it felt suspicious ; knowing her mother she wouldn't be hiding such intentions if it were true, but the mistaken smell and calling of these newborns were there. No one really knew until today.. The thought came as if she was just a replacement, like a speck within an almost perfect view and Celnes was trying again, to get it right.
Vermillion held her head down and didn't venture over just yet, having a trouble time facing her mother. She wished oh-so despertly it wasn't true though, that her mother wasn't that heartless enough. Even though at times there was a clear line, she still shown love and affection to them — at least, she tried so. Some wasn't so willing to accept, but for herself who was so desperate to be accepted, bathed in whatever she could get.
But the dreading feeling of not belonging continued to remain, and the desire to run away grew larger every so often, especially as many of her own siblings, even the favorites, simply disappeared without a word.. She wanted to do the same and didn't feel the courage though.
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