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Post by achromatic on Dec 14, 2021 19:25:15 GMT -5
The last few weeks were a whirlwind for Rhiannon. She didn't know how to feel about anything; it was all just a little too overwhelming to dwell on individually. Finding out that her kits were alive was one thing, and a totally different one when she was no living in the same vicinity as them, always feeling rather creeped out when Kier followed her like a simpering little rat, or when she'd emerge from somewhere just to bump into the other two. Not to mention, finding out her brother was seeing that...that...prissy little [redacted] was more than she could handle. She had been furious, raging left and right, spitting fire and brimstone at her brother that night, only to try and avoid him the week after.
In reality, she felt guilty for what she did, not because what she said wasn't true, but more so because Hywel had looked so...so crushed that night when he finally returned. She had meant to apologize to him, to even ask for forgiveness, something she'd never admit to doing, but the way he had disappeared into the cracks of the night only meant that he didn't want anything to do with her at all, at least...for now, right? She'd never admit to it either but she was terrified of the thought that she had slashed a tear in the fabric of their family, only to never mend it again.
Perhaps that was why she was so irritable when she stalked through the forest, her eyes narrowed and glowering at every moving leaf and branch as she headed towards the marsh, where she had once heard of something magical lying within it. Her ears were perked, her irritation making her hypersensitive to the sounds around her, which is why when one of the leaves rustled, a few seconds too late after a breeze floated by, she immediately turned, a snarl on her face.
"What is it?" she snapped.
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POSTEDDec 27, 2021 17:27:15 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Harley let out a laugh at her aggression, rolling his eyes at her. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Rhiannon. I'd think by now you would have realized that. I'm more than welcome to walk where ever I please." The tom that she had met in the barn had been lackidasical, casual, unbothered by the world. This was not the same tom that existed in Primal Instinct, one that was already hardened to the world. Of course, there were probably better ways to approach Rhiannon; although they had parted ways a long time ago, they had once been involved. He'd once found her charming. Now, she was just another irritation, another ghost from his past. Any inclination that he had felt for her had been destroyed when she rejected their kits, kits she'd pretended she never had in the first place. Now, he wasn't the parent of the year, nor did he come from a line of parents of the year, but the rejection of responsibility, of affection, was something that wouldn't sit well with him.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 28, 2021 16:22:13 GMT -5
She glared at the tom she only hoped to avoid. What in the world did he want with her anyway? She couldn't stand the thought of him being here, nor the thought of her kits at all. They were just a nuisance in the background, another irritation in the grand scheme of things, and Harley was the embodiment of the resentment she felt over all of this. "Maybe it doesn't, but that doesn't mean I have to interact with cats like you all the time," her ear twitched in irritation, "walk where you please, of course, but come a little too close and I'll claw your ears off."
Her wary gaze didn't leave him as he continued to walk, her eyes narrowing as he stood there. "What did you want?" her voice was even, even if irritation leaked from it, "you didn't just stumble here by accident, I'm guessing. Your return to your home didn't have enough parades and celebrations for you?"
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POSTEDDec 28, 2021 19:45:00 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The urge to lash out at her was strong. How aggravating could one cat be? How stupid had he been to grow affectionate with her? Perhaps he had been chasing his youth, perhaps he thought that if he had kept up with her, he would prove that he still had a pep in his step. All that pep was gone, now, replaced with the same anger that had always existed just under the surface.
"I wanted to listen to you run your mouth every time I saw you, clearly," he retorted sharply, letting out a breath to try to relax himself. As much as he wanted to slam his paw upside her head, there was still a part of him that was trying to do better for the kids. "I wanted an assurance that if something happened to me, they wouldn't die. I knew that if I brought them here, they would learn to survive even if I wasn't here to hold their hands. Is that so wrong?"
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Post by achromatic on Dec 28, 2021 20:16:39 GMT -5
She didn't hate him enough to not pass up the smirk at his joke. As much as she detested this cat for the hindrance he was, she had to admit that at one point, she had been smitten by his humor and charm, and even now, his sarcasm was appreciated. "Fair enough, I always knew you couldn't resist my charm," she replied dryly, "either that or you're just a masochist."
Of course, this conversation was about co-parenting. She knew it wasn't wrong of him to bring them to their hallowed home, but it still put a damper on her plans and gods, did they all have to be so infuriating? "Yeah sure, they'll learn to survive but at what cost?" she grumbled, before fixing Harley with a glare, "I told you I wanted to get rid of them, and now you're here asking me to care for them knowing exactly what kind of cat I am. They would've been better off not knowing they had a mother than knowing I can't provide what they want, don't you think?"
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POSTEDDec 28, 2021 21:36:17 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"When, once, have I asked you to take care of them? Did I once say, Hey, Rhiannon, I've sought you out explicitly so you could share babysitting duties? Don't make me laugh," he responded dryly. "If you don't want to help, fine. I don't care. Once again, you aren't the only cat here, and frankly, it would be easier for me if you weren't. I didn't come here to ask you for assistance. Hell, Rhi, I didn't even know you were going to be here. This was my home. It was my only option." He couldn't tolerate his children becoming soft enough to live in a clan. He wanted to ensure they survived, would not be crushed under the weight of the world. Primal Instinct was a way to teach them the reality of the world, while also reuniting him with a piece of him that had been long lost.
"They'll survive at the same cost I survived at," he then added. "Primal Instinct will make them stronger or they will drown. Still, they have better odds of being worth a damn here than anywhere else."
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Post by achromatic on Dec 29, 2021 10:43:35 GMT -5
Rhiannon's gaze turned to him. How curious really, that he had so many opinions on this place he once called home and yet they had no opinion of him anymore. "I suppose things could be worse," she mused, looking at him with a raise of her brow, "it seems like my brother"–she spat that word, as if there was a slight disdain to her voice after their recent argument–"has taken a rather close interest to them, you know. Maybe if we're both lucky, he'll be the parent we never were."
Of course she knew exactly how Harley felt about her brother and vice versa, and wouldn't it be terrible, if Hywel had turned the kits against their father? She didn't think her brother was capable of it–in fact, she didn't think he was capable of anything horrible, his disposition was just too kind– but she knew it'd annoy Harley and that was all Rhiannon wanted to do.
