Chapter 1
The education of a man is never completed until he dies…
-Robert E. Lee-
I died, so by default I should not be having this conversation with myself. So, there is an afterlife. So next? God? Satan? Heaven? Hell? Well, if I end up in hell, after what my childhood was like it will just proves God is not Just, nor Merciful because I had already lived in Hell the first 10 years of my life. On the good side if there is one it will be different that’s for sure.
It’s been said you see your life flash before your eyes when you die. Once again, I was not “normal” because for me, it was as I came back to life. If that was what was happing. It went by with the speed of a View Finder on meth. My whole life sped by, then was followed by times and battles I remember, some I did not, even those felt familiar like the kiss of a love you lost long ago. All ended the same, a scene of a battle with me dying before switching to the next. They slowed down when it came to the life of a Roman child, for reasons unknown they felt closer, even than those from the life I just left. Also, they brought pain, like I had never felt before it started in one spot then it felt like it started to spread, to what I realized would be the rest of my body. It was like electrified 6 penny nails being pulled through me, only to stop and switch directions. Over and over speeding up, yet I could still feel each nail, no matter how fast it got. How long this lasted I had no clue other than too long. I screamed and at first but could not hear it, then just as I saw a point of color just a pin point of yellowish red, which grew larger, I heard my scream like a train far away and it grew louder. Just as my scream was the loudest all I could see was a yellowish red blob, the pain stopped, just enough for me to catch my breath, which I felt for the first time in what felt long ago and far away. The pain was replaced just as I took my first breath. It felt like someone with a 16lbs sledge started to hit me in the head from the inside of my head. I could not scream, nor pass out. If this was torture, I’d tell them where my grandmother hid her money. I had really pissed some cosmic power off that was for sure. Then it just stopped, replaced with that high you get when sever pain stops.
I laid there taking deep gasping breaths like I had almost drown. As they slowed down, I could feel what I recognized as grass under me, and warmth on my skin, what I was seeing was the sun through my eye lids. I did not want to open my eyes just yet for fear of the pain coming back. I just lay there till my breathing slowed too normal. When it did, I started to listen to what was around me, all I heard was a gentle wind which was warm and brought the smell of the deep woods, something I knew well, but it was different it felt ancient, that was the best way I could describe it. It was comforting as well like a mother, driving away the pain and fear. I felt it all start to fade away and set up and tried to grab hold of it, not wanting to let what I realized were emotions. I could now describe them and understand them. All that was fading though. I wanted more. That was not going to happen it seemed as they faded back to the comfortably numb, I had been all of my life. And for the first time in decades, I started to cry, why I could not tell you. Starting to cry for reasons I could not comprehend was something I was use to. To me it was just water running down my face. I smacked my face to get it to stop it. And as usual it did me no good.
As I calmed down to my baseline, I opened my eyes for the first time, and for that all I got at first was a bright blob of light and the same pain I got when I looked at bright a light, it made my eyes water a bit. As I blinked it away, I heard what should like large wings coming toward me and then gusts of wind as they got closer and closer, and with crescendo of wind in front of me they stopped replaced with the sound of something crushing the grass and leaves. Then silence for a second then what sounded like a step, of something larger than a bird, and it got closer. I blinked my eyes to try and clear them up at the same time I kipped up and took a Tong-ll stance and turned my head trying to get my best sound fix on what was coming toward me as I tried to get my vision to clear. I changed my facing as I got a better fix on the person coming toward me. If it was a person, they were a big boy. Though the steps did not sound really human to me. Which added credence to that thought. To most people they would be pissing themselves right about now. Me, I feared no one, I had respect for a lot of things, and respect kicked in my self-preservation and running was always an option. Not this time though, so fight it was. Survive at any cost. With that in mind I knew I was capable of some horrendous things. My own morals, and ethics, topped with no empathy to go with them. I knew myself well.
“Please stop, I do not want to fight you, I have no issue with you.” First rule of a fight, is not to fight, talk your way out if you could. Second rule if you have to fight, then use everything to win, the fight you will always lose is the one you fight fair.
As I stood there waiting for whatever was coming toward me to stop or press the issue, I realized I was naked as the day I was born as that thought faded quickly as I heard a great number of large bird wing beats from behind me which then stopped. And I heard a deep knocking “toc”toc”toc” from several places behind me, and from in front of me a soft musical “kraa”. I knew these sounds from long ago. It brought back a memory of me playing in a yard sparse of grass with a large raven, the only friend I had and the first. I had always questioned if that memory as real or something my mind made up to protect myself when the rapes or beatings started. Now it seems more real than not. This epiphany brought with it a sense of safety.
As I processed this, my eyes finally got with the program. I was looking toward the ground at first as I had tucked my head to listen better while I tried to clear my eyes. I first saw grass and leaves, as I raised my head I saw the foot of a raven, not the size of a normal raven foot mind you, but brought to the size if it was a human’s sized or larger. The one on the right was black, the left white both with the scale like skin of a Raven to the knee which was human like covered in feathers to the hips, where the feathers thinned out and traveled up her torso I say her because all the right plumbing was there. mostly on the sides and traveled up to her armpits. Where they started down her upper arms and spread thinly to the top base of her breasts. Her hands, human expect for the inch long talons on each finger. In her hands she held a rough wooden tray with a bowl of water and what looked like a rough cheese and a black bread. As I carried my gaze upwards, I looked upon a women’s face with features that were not quite human more raven like. It's hard to describe, alien even but beautiful. Her eyes the one on the right white and left black the opposite to what her skin was. She looked at me with a softness that extended to a gentle smile. Her hair marched the skin. Her wings were what you would expect of a 2-meter pulse raven, going down to a half a meter or so above the ground, and about a meter and half above her head. They matched her skin. Which I now saw whole was split straight up the middle color wise.
I muttered to myself, “fuck’, you do not see this every day.” Out of my periphery I saw several large black ravens maybe a meter or so tall looking at me as well. “It just keeps getting better” I muttered.
As I had somehow came back to life after I knew I had died, nothing was going to surprise me making it easy to take all this in stride. I was also excited and intrigued about it all.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, fatigue like I had never felt before, even my hair felt tried. And I dropped to my knees, then fell on my ass. “Fuck I do not need this now” I said to myself as it tried to stand back up back up and then started to fall back down as my knees gave. I was only stopped as a sets of hands on both sides grabbed me and lowered me to the ground. I looked to see who grabbed me, and saw two women, just like the one in front of me, the only difference was they were a bit smaller and all black just like the ravens I knew. The both gave me a sense of concern. As they sat down beside me, I felt the others sit down behind me. I was not sure just how many. As the one on my right started deep guttural “Kraa” that was just at the edge of my hearing, I felt it more in my chest. She stopped and another picked it up in a round. It made me feel like I was a part of them. Family even. I really did not feel this as much as I knew it. The one on my left started to stroke my head down my back, as did the one on the right, not in a sexual manner, but in a comforting familial way. Again, I did not feel this as much as I knew it. I rested my chin on my chest and closed my eyes and soaked the sensations in.
After a few minutes I heard a beautifully deep feminine voice.
“Brother, please eat and rest you are safe here” I looked up as she spoke. She was bending over handing me the tray. As I took it, I said “Brother?” she smiled and said “yes Brother and we” with a sweep of her arm “are all your sisters, I know you may be confused, and have a lot of questions, you need to eat and sleep. When you awake our Mother will be here when you awake to answer them all.” At the word mother I felt myself tense. And I stopped eating with a piece of bread half way to my mouth. She looked sadly at me the others just did the same “Kraa” a bit deeper in tone. And I relaxed and started to eat again, I did not know I was as hungry as I was, and ate so fast I did not taste it. Neither the water or bread and cheese seemed to diminish as I ate. After a bit I felt full and set the tray to the side. And felt sleep hitting me like a rip-tide dragging my conscious away. I felt many hands pick me up just as everything faded to black.
As I slept, my old friends took the moment to rip the peace out of my sleep as they often did, nightmares. The one thing I could never shake off or get used to. All those I remember killing and those friends I watched die. All in an infinite loop of all to lucid dreams where I could never save those that where my men or the civilians. The children, never being able to save them watching them die in ways only modern warfare could do. Ripping apart small bodies, or burning them till they looked part of the black ground they rested on, only showing what they were when you looked closely and the charred black faces turned look at me and their white teeth as they asked why I did not save them. All being killed in a new horrid way. Never repeating. And just to add some spice to it all, throw in dreams of my step-brother raping me or my mother beating me, sometimes at the same time. These were the worst, believe it or not, everything about them was more real than anything else. I could feel, hear and smell everything ramped up to 10. I was a child I had no hope in getting away or stopping it. These always woke me up in a sweat, whimpering for it to stop curled into a ball. and if it was of my step-brother I would be trying to stop the blood running down my legs, sometimes blood and shit. It took me hours to get of rid those feelings and get some what back to baseline if I was alone, which was most of the time. I really could not blame any lady for not wanting to stay with the crazy I have. Sadly, it was the one thing I wanted and worked the hardest to get, acceptance, approval, maybe love. Well, this night was only just killing and dying. The lesser of 2 evils.
I woke with a gasp and start, in a sweat, par for the course. It was night with a witches Moon hanging low in the sky. I was in a what was a nest twice my 6’2 height in diameter. It was lined with moss, fur and white feathers and made of large old entwined Oak limbs looking up I could see leaves and mistletoe so I have to be up in a tree. And I had company, the 7 “sisters” curled around me all of them somehow seemed to have an arm, leg head or wing resting on me. This “nice?” it was like a big feathery puppy pile. I laughed to me self. I had not woken any of them up so I just watched the moon sink in the sky as the sun rose, taking in and sorting through all that was happening. If all this was real and I had no reason not to think otherwise it, I was a Connecticut Yankee in the middle of the woods not King Aurthur's Court, there is a better term for it, something Japanese, that’s right isekai. Difference I was not a hormone filled teenage boy who is afraid of girls, and too stupid to realize a girl likes you, who is taking the moral high ground and will not kill no matter what, that last one has to be the stupidest one of the bunch by far. I can only suspend reality so much; it took killing many brain cells to do it. I really do not have that many to spare. Big bad solider man who likes cartoons. Funny thing I am not alone. Hell, I know a Green Beret who collects dolls and goes to doll shows with his wife. I found myself chuckling at this. I have no room to talk I was at a doll show with to girlfriend. Truth is stranger than fiction.
I carefully pulled my arms out from under two of my sisters, that was going take a bit to get used to. I smiled thinking about it. I stretched my arms to get the feeling back in them I looked at the tats on them, and something was off with my arms, were they always that ripped? As I did this a dark brown or black patch of fur moved and the sun was now high and the light revealed the face of a young girl maybe 9 or 10 and she looked a lot like me, if I was a girl. She had no wings I could see, and sadly neither did I. I always wanted to fly, but a #10 cast Iron frying pan to the side of my head ruined my eyesight just enough to kill any thought of being a military pilot like my birth father. I shook my head to banish that memory.
As I just listened to the world, I heard the sound of wings coming closer I turned my head to look just in time to see the larger older one land on the edge of the nest. She looked around the nest and raised an eyebrow. In the same voice which she had used before, “I see you are popular.”
“What can I say, I make a good body pillow”
She smiled at that “Well then I will not miss the next opportunity.” I grinned at her, grinned when was the last time I grinned at anything?
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“Well, the more the merrier, and there seems to be more than enough room.” By the way, any more siblings?”
“No just what you see.” She replied.
“Good any more I might go into sister overload. Hey last question, I know we have to be somewhere, and I’d like to know before we wake up the rest of the conspiracy, where in the pecking order am I? It just seems like something important I should know. I do not take well to being bullied”
“Well, my understanding from what Mother told me you are older than them, and younger than me since I was hatched out by Mother when she came of age. The thread you come from is a much older one than this one, only I was there when that Realm was created. “
“Thank for answering that.” I replied. She nodded at me. Yeah, I have a ton of questions. One of my good traits is I have always been able to role with just about any situation you put me in. I figured answers to my question would come in time.
With our discussion ended she leaned into the nest and looking at me with a mischievous grin and pointed to her ears, telling me to cover mine. And when I did, she let out a loud deep bass “Krraaa!”. And the entire mass of wings, arms and legs moved as one and shot into the air like their asses were on fire and their head was catchin. Though one was different than the rest. She was blur of small arms and legs topped with a blur of dark brown hair which shot into the air straight at me. I caught her in midair. She then proceeded to latch onto me like a starving tick. Without even thinking I held her tight and whispered the things my adoptive mother said to me when I was hiding under my bed or in my closet when my birth mother came to see me, drunk or high and to me that was a beating just looking for a victim. She had my favorite book as a kid memorized “Gus the Ghost” and so did I, so I was whispering it to the little bundle in my arms. It works on her just as it did on me, in what felt like an eternity ago.
I looked up and came close to laughing at the sight I saw, all of my little sisters (yeah that is going to take a while to get used to.) with their wings spread, feathers ruffled and were hissing at their older sister like a bunch murder ducks. What I found the funniest was it reminded me of a room full of pissed off feathered cats. I whispered to the little one I was holding,
“Want to see something funny’? She nodded “Look at the room full of feathered cats, sounds like one too.” she looked up and was quite for a minute then she just burst out laughing. Louder than someone her size should, it sounded like a spring wind wrapped in the innocence of a child, something I was never able to do, my innocence was ripped away from before I even knew it was there. I was not sure what it felt like, but this felt right.
At her laughter every head turned toward us, all the hissing stopped, wings dropped. And they stared at us with a confused look. She looked back at them and taking a minute to try and stop laughing, after taking a few deep breaths she said, pointed at them and said “Pissy feathered kitties” and burst out laughing again. My older sister started to laugh then rolled/fell backwards off the nest, I heard a thump below and the laughter never stopped, it was a deep laughter that came up from your gut, it stayed very feminine all things considered. I was barely holding it together myself. It occurred to me that in the Army, I is where I belonged, people had my back, I had theirs, and if you fucked with someone in a non-malicious way it was given back in kind no one got their panties in a wad over it. If it was malicious, it was akin to kicking as hornets’ nest. And under it all I felt the Army was proud of me, something I hunted for all my life and never got from those that said they loved me. Tears started to roll down my face, and the “feelings” that brought this on I could not describe how it felt or what they were. And for once I did not care.
I felt a little hand wipe the tears away, the laughter had stopped expect for my older sister who sounded like she was about to stroke out. I looked down into eyes the same color as mine a deep brown, they looked at me inquiring, “I do not know why, I cannot describe it.”
She smiled and whispered “It’s happiness. I am sorry someone took all that from you.” with her tiny arms wrapped around my neck and she held me tight with the strength she should not have. Somehow, we had switched places in comforting each other. I had tucked my head against hers and closed my eyes to infuse as much of the strange vibes rolling threw my chest. I felt wings wrap around me, and that deep soothing “Kraa” started in a round, I was beginning to be able to tell individuals as they each added their own passion to the round. I felt like my strings had been cut as my legs gave and I tried to dropped to the floor, instead I was lowered to the floor, not a beat was missed. Then deep down inside me something I had felt before but this was stronger much stronger, and dangerous to all around me ripped apart the any vestige of warm feelings and exploded into my mind shattering any thoughts I had. A maddened voice, my voice but deeper and enraged screamed in my mind and out loud, “NO! I will kill anyone thing that stands in my way till I get my justice!” I now knew what this or who this was Eddie the 10-year part of me that sheltered the rest of me for the brunt of what happened to me, and in part stripped me of empathy and emotions, I became comfortably numb and it was just misery wrapped in a feather pillow. He was loose to a point I never felt before no buffer just pure psychopathic rage. I had to clamp him down as I felt my arms close and around the little girl I held and start to tighten I could see her face through the blood red haze my vision had become. I heard and felt ribs start to crack she still had no fear in her eyes only trust and something I could not fathom. Hell fucking no, I did not know what she was to me I was not killing a child. It took all I had to grab hold of him and slam him down, I knew I could not hold him long, it flashed through my mind he was after her, he would rip her apart down to her soul if he could. I ripped her away from me and threw her away from me as I roared “Get her away from me! He will kill her and anyone else in the way!” I stepped back feeling my control slipping, I needed to get as far away from her as possible. It was truly like I was fighting another person who knew me as I knew myself. I could only think of one thing to do as my control slipped away, I said “I am sorry, thank you, you made it safe and peace here for me, I am too weak to control him, take care of her, love her. I love you little one.” I could see her trying to pull away from one of my sisters and screaming something I could not hear, as I turned to leap over the side. This was all I could do, as my control snapped, and at the same time through the red haze I saw nothing but black and white instead of falling I heard a soft caring voice that carried with it the presence of a primal being and age a mortal could not fathom that spoke to me directly,
“No, brother! I do not understand what brought you to this point. You are not alone this time I will not allow this; I am not sure what has happened but Mother will fix this. She is on her way back.” I could see Eddie pounding her with his fist. I could not speak so I thought, I am sorry please forgive me. She wrapped her arms and wings around me, as he went ballistic. Brother, there is nothing to forgive, he by himself cannot hurt me. I might have to regrow some feathers, that is a small matter.”
She tightened her arms and wings around, me? Us? What the fuck ever. I was so tired now. I felt like I breaking in two, how could I be broken any more than I was. I briefly saw one of my younger sisters as my older sister spoke to her and she then shot away in a blur. Eddie was starting to fade as I could see better and hear a bit, my right arm was hanging limp by my side bleeding I see bone sticking out in a couple places, that is going to leave a mark not to mention hurt like a bitch. He was still hitting her as hard as he could having already broken my other arm and biting her as well, was she looked at us with a gentle smile. Then as my left arm snapped again this time my humerus, I could see it sticking out about half way up, her gentle smile vanished, and I hear that same voice but with anger
“That is enough! I do not what happened to make you so hurt and mad, I promise you if it something tangible and we can find it I will help my Brother do whatever it takes to make it right. But, enough of this tantrum you will not hurt my Brother anymore!”
I felt Eddie lose all his presence save a tiny bit. At this her wings opened to their full width and with a flap we shot up straight through the canopy of this ancient Oak, the limbs pulling away making a hole for us to pass through to the sky I heard the little one screaming, about what I could not tell. Something made me look down and I could six dark shapes pouring out the hole we left, in two flaps of her wings and we were now about the tree tops, yet the wind never got any stronger, nor did it feel any colder, then we stopped and my sister turned toward the Moon that had started its downward slide. She did something birds do not do, hovered, with gentle flaps we stayed right there. I had aways wanted to fly, being a paratrooper was as close as I got, that was a like a one-night stand, this was, hell I cannot put it into words. I have never seen the sky so clear, with this many stars on a full moon, and the moon no words could describe this view. She then held me directly at the moon, I could feel a warmth roll over me like direct sunshine would. As minute or so later my six younger sisters appeared beside us one holding the little one who was trying to get to me, I could now hear her as she fanatically scream, “ Please let me go matertera, please, please my father needs me” and she brought her legs up and pushed off my sisters chest as hard as she could, which worked as she broke free and flung herself toward me with outstretched arms, I could not reach for her even if I wanted to, she would not have made it if her aunt had not let her go and given her a bit of a shove. She slammed into me and did her tick impression again latching one to me with her arms around the back of my neck but her legs were too short to wrap around my chest. Instead of crying or anything you would expect a child to do in this circumstance. Instead, she buried her head in the crook of my neck said “Pater I am here now, sleep I will make sure you are safe.” And then it hit me. Father? Huh? Where they hell did this come from! That was the last coherent thought I had as both my mind and body turn traitor at the mention of sleep. My eyes closed and I embraced the oblivion of sleep. I did not dream this time, just peaceful sleep. A first in a very long time.
I awoke to the sight of muted sunshine peeking through the leaves of this oak, the light also had clear lines running through it. Odd. I lifted my arm, waiting on the pain, there was none. Okay, that was a pleasant surprise, it doubled down when my other arm did not hurt. As I was not being distracted by how my arms felt, I felt the weight on my chest and a brown-haired blob to go with it. Well, the explains these lines as I move her hair being careful not to wake her. I carefully pushed up with one arm onto my elbow while being careful to hold onto her and not wake her. I looked over the edge of the nest to try and get how high the sun was. It looked to be about 3 to four hand spans above the horizon, so about 0900 to 1000. I looked into the meadow where I woke up. “Fuck me sideways!” uttered at what I saw, those are Irish Elk. They were extinct in my world, what time period was I in? I was awe struck watching the herd graze, they even had a several calves, fawns? They were in the deer family. I was so engrossed watching them I jumped and almost made my ego sue for divorce as I almost squealed like a little girl, (nothing wrong with squealing little girls in moderation, just not the tough guy solider I was, Da Nada, nope, no, not happening.) as a kind, motherly voice with a presence that made you listen whether you want too or not. Said with what sounded like a Mae West imitation, a damn good one.
“Well, that I was not expecting, and seeing as I am technically your mother, I do not mind if you do not, though the human part of you might have an issue. I am sure I could find a willing volunteer. But first I would like to know, how and why do you want it sideways? “
I learned at that moment I could still blush. It only got worse when I looked down and saw a set of deep brown eyes looking up at me looking at me with disappointment, then she just giggled and looked toward where the voice came from. I then heard my older sister in a shocked scolding voice in her usual tone
“Mother, how could you even think of that?” I looked over to see her with her hands on her hips, looking at what I knew to be my Mother here. She looks just like my older sister, with the exception was being about a half meter or taller than both of both of us, her skin reminded me of the blackness of a night sky highlighted by white/silver of the moon, her hair, wings and eyes black like deep space, with no light escaping it. She was also nude like all of us and had the same beauty of her daughters ramped up a few notches. She looked back at my sister and said,
“Look, I am old, not dead, tell me when was the last time someone came through here that was even a tenth as good looking and able body as him?” and she pointed at me. Its official kill be now. I was being treated like the prize stud and honestly it felt good. I looked over the edge of the nest and thought I could make that jump easily the landing would suck though. We had to be over 30 meters off the ground. But my f-ing ego turned traitor and I had to turn to both of them and say.
“Hello, I am right here.” I even waved. Mother looked at her oldest.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you have not thought of nesting with him? Well, I am waiting.”
I saw my sister blush you could even see the color change on the black side, she looked down at her feet and started drawing circles with one talon.
Mother in a I knew I was right tone, “That’s what I thought”.
I held up my hand and again said “Hello” at which point I heard all my little sisters from somewhere on the back side of the nest.
“Mother what about us? Do we get a say?”, “
“I do not know, do you?” She said this with an impish look to her eyes as she looked at me. I gave up, I could see where in the who chooses who to mate with ranking, I was. Lower than the bottom, matter of fact I had none. I looked down and saw my daughter, it’s going to take me a while to get use to that, it would be nice to find out how and who the mother was. She looked up at me and giggled and went back to enjoying the show the adults were putting on.
So, backing up to when Mother gave her reply. From behind her there was a number of muted “kraws’ and I think several heavy thuds and then what sounded like a rugby game or a hockey fight but with human sized Raven moving toward us and getting louder. It sounded more violent if that was possible. Then they appeared to Dindrane, she just stepped out of the way like it was an everyday thing. It was like watching a cartoon fight their wings made so you could not make out who was who or what was really happening. Just as one would get clear a hand or several would reach out and pull them back into the what could best be described as a no hold bars mosh pit, minus the pit. I wish someone had told me her name; I hate calling her My daughter, looked enraptured with the maelstrom of extreme violence I was watching. It was hypnotizing in a way, like a train wreck. I was not sure I’d live threw it as I was when I died. Now, I am not sure. She made a move to go toward action. I grabbed her and pulled her back.
“No, this is not something you want to get entangled with that this time, I am sure later they would be happy to rough house with you.” I had a gut feeling that she was tougher than she looked. Better stay on the safe side to many unknowns for my liking. I hate ambiguity, pucker my ass way too much. She just stuck her lip out and gave me puppy dog eye’s. `
” I hate to tell you but after your two brothers that does not work on me” At that she just “humfped” at me and rolled her eyes. Ok that proves it all in the genetics, I am on another planet in a different dimension, I think. And for some reason that scared me a bit.
I was broken out of my thoughts as one of my sisters broke from the pile with no regard with where she was aimed or how fast she was going. She was aimed right at me, I had to grab the little one and hold her up with one, which she then proceeded to squirm around and ended up sitting in the palm of my hand. Ok, her balance is beyond good. Right then my sister slammed into the side of the nest in my lap face down in my lap, did I say I was nude? I think it stunned her for a moment till I tapped her on the shoulder,
“Hi” at which point she rolled over to face me.
“Was the view nice down there? Been told a few times it was. What do you think? “I said with a smile. She looked stunned for a second the actually “squawked” like a parrot and left my lap quicker than she entered it, as she left, I could see the blush on the back of her neck. She ducked behind Mother only to peek out once in a while at me. That was easier than I thought, and fun.
Mother looked at me with a smile that said she had found her partner in crime. I smiled back. Then Mother looked at the kill, maim, dismember pile and it just frozen like if you froze a cartoon fight, magic? This is too fucking cool.
” That is enough for now.” At which point all six just dropped to the floor of the nest. At which point two sat down and leaned against the wall and other five sat between their legs and leaned back on them. Mother pleased with the results, Dindrane just looked annoyed and would not look at me straight or for more than a couple seconds. Mother looks at me with a smile.
“Well, it seems we have a bit to talk about.”
“Yes, yes we do”.