Post by kahara on Nov 18, 2013 15:20:23 GMT -5
NERANTE, NERRY[/i] Nerante scratched as the ground as he thought. Usually he'd go for his own face. Delicate scratches that hardly drew blood so no one would notice. Nerry didn't even seem to take note. As observant as the youth was, he still saw Nerante as the best father ever. Nerante's insanity was on the blind side of his son. Which, for the time being, was in everyone's best interest.
Dreams of terrible things did not cease on Nerante's mind. Ever since he had killed Damien, they haunted him. They had expanded from repeats of his previous kills to killing others who still lived. So many times he had dreamed of strangling the life out of Cocaine Caliver. Commander of Meurteier - theft of mates. Nerante began to grind his teeth painfully at the thought. One day, commander, one day. Just not that day. He turned his attention back on their herbs. With the cold of winter came the lack of herbal remedies, but thanks to early efforts, their stocks were just fine. Nerry had his collection of withering flowers in the corner. It always managed to make Nerante smile -- though little was he aware it was always a crooked smile.
For in the back of the medic's mind rested anger and pain. Something to always make him boil deep down inside. Nerry popped up in the den with a grin and planted his butt on the ground. He had another flower with him. This time it was wrapped carefully around his ear like a decoration. Much like the decorations that his mother and father used to so fondly hang around the family-end of the den. They were still there, too. Caine kept them up and organized in memory of Viciado, in hopes that maybe, one day, she would return to him.
But Nerante knew this wasn't the case, and knowing he was to blame made it all the harder to watch Caine act hopeful when he dusted those silly decorations. Which is exactly what Caine was doing. Nerante could see it through the grassy hang-up that split the healing portion of the den to the family portion of the den. In order to avoid that empty pit feeling in his chest, Nerante looked to his son and offered that crooked smile. Nerry smiled back and sprawled out against the ground.
Nerry loved his father a lot, but he saw how he smiled. So crooked and broken. A lot could be told by the way his father acted, and Nerry did his best to make his father happy, but Nerry knew not much, not even flowers, would fix what was wrong with his father. Nerante was heart broken, and even more than that, but to what exactly? Nerry did not know of everything, but he tried to be inviting and helpful for his father.
He hoped that his fast learning would impress Nerante. Impress him right into being happy like mother. No matter how hard Nerry tried, though, it never seemed enough to sway the tides of depression versus euphoria. Though little did Nerry know that Nerante, one day, would experience euphoria through his depression. Nerante was on a dark road, and Nerry wanted nothing more than to help his dad. Nerry rolled back onto his paws and walked to his flower corner.
"I think we can toss this ones out. I'll get new ones as soon as I can." Nerry grabbed the broken flowers by their stems. Flower petals, grayed by the cold, fell to the ground like crisps. Nerante gave a short nod.
"Sounds good, son. Whatever makes you happiest." Nerante sat down and began to recount their herbs. It never hurt to double-check things. Or triple.. or more. Nerante had counted them already several times that day. He was rather bored. Going out of his mind. Literally. Nerry frowned and placed the flowers on the ground. As he looked back up at Nerante, the smile had returned. Though it was a fake one.
"You like the flowers too, right? I mean they make you happy?" Nerry wanted his father to participate in a healthy discussion, but was met with a short nod. The youth sighed and picked the dead flowers up again and headed out to toss them. Outside was cold. Winter was near and if not for his thick little fur, he'd be shivering his butt off. Nerry found a spot around the backside of their den and he placed the flowers on the ground. [/ul][/blockquote]
