The Portal
07-23-2017, 09:42 PM
For a long few moments of his presence, which felt like an eternity, I was frozen in upset and latching fear for yet again, I found no clear way to respond. I needed my father. His warmth, his protection, his words. My earlier twitching of anger from invaders had dwindled so far that my self created shell darkened further, no confidence left to fulfil any social concept. He was the first I had spoken to outside my family and the dead, the realisation having made my stomach churn sickly. All the while, the bellowing words of my father rotated round my head. There were killers, liars, thieves and all over, pure badness out in the world. My little self I could not protect. So afraid I was, yes, but I could only deny it in an attempt.
My jaw unlocked with impulsion in response and words finally left my lips again. "I'm not afraid," Determination strained my innocent chime. Adrenaline from my so simple words fuelled a fire within my trembling loins. Simultaneously, my legs almost buckled and suddenly my mind had freed my body and allowed my muscles freewill. My hindquarters almost gave way and my rump dipped for a brief moment. My tail flicked as I regained balance. I could run. But I didn't. My legs twitched in anticipation, restless to move but now my mind trapping me instead as my eyes finally met his directly.
"Anai, my name is, Anai," I watched, my eyes in his for just a few longer moments before a unwanted, but familiar, submissive drop of them came and I couldn't bring myself to look back to him properly. My voice had weakened again, and my ears dipped back ever so slightly. As soon as I had managed to speak with some level of fake courage before, my lip still trembled as I asked what could possibly be the first question of my life, ever. "But you never mentioned your name,"
(( boop / @Azarel ))
