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RE: Those Birds Are Watching The World Unfold - Wendigo - 2/14/2026
Traitor!
It was bad enough the dark brother was moving about, but Wendigo was rather patient. He didn't even particularly like being touched, mostly in the affectionate sense, but he had little choice bundled alongside a litter of whelps. But no, not even in this divine punishment could he find a moment of peace. Hed finally gotten comfortable!
Then Selkie stood, moving away on unsteady paws.
Wendi opened his eyes once more to peer after the dappled child, and it became clear he wasn't turning back. The lonely spirit grumbled, righting himself from the half-topple of losing his large pillow, and did nothing. Yes, nothing; curling into himself to settle back into comfort, caring even less when Wisps warmth moved from the nest, too.
Where the hell was everyone going?
It was bad enough the dark brother was moving about, but Wendigo was rather patient. He didn't even particularly like being touched, mostly in the affectionate sense, but he had little choice bundled alongside a litter of whelps. But no, not even in this divine punishment could he find a moment of peace. Hed finally gotten comfortable!
Then Selkie stood, moving away on unsteady paws.
Wendi opened his eyes once more to peer after the dappled child, and it became clear he wasn't turning back. The lonely spirit grumbled, righting himself from the half-topple of losing his large pillow, and did nothing. Yes, nothing; curling into himself to settle back into comfort, caring even less when Wisps warmth moved from the nest, too.
Where the hell was everyone going?
RE: Those Birds Are Watching The World Unfold - Egras1 - 2/14/2026
At this point, he was just letting himself ramble. Might as well. Wisp deserved to feel secure in their marriage, to know exactly who she had married. She needed to understand what she was dealing with, especially for the sake of their children.
Children. God, did that hurt.
He didn’t know how to be a father. Didn’t have much of a template to work from. Sarge’s memories of his mother were blurred and fragmented, warmth, softness, and then her end. Nothing concrete beyond that. As he continued talking, the words began to spill more freely, his mind drifting further from the present. Detached. Floating.
Then came the scuffle of paws.
His ear twitched, blinking rapidly as he dragged himself back into his body, only to feel gnawing at his ankle.
Startled, he twisted to look.
One of his children. Indignant. Furious. Taking out their tiny rage on him.
His chest seized, not with anger, not with instinct, but sheer terror. Had he really let one of them get that close without realizing?
He froze, watching Selkie attack him with all the righteous fury a pup could muster. Slowly, his heartbeat eased. The room came back into focus. He grounded himself in the weight of the moment, in the warmth and life pressed against him.
Considering everything he had just confessed, he couldn’t help the faint smirk that tugged at his mouth.
A vicious one, ain’t ya,he murmured, a flicker of humor dancing through golden eyes.
Carefully, so carefully, he swept the pup closer, guiding him up to his chest for warmth. Selkie was free to continue chewing, earning only a gentle lick to the head in return.
He would not be his father.
That, he was damn certain of.
When Wisp spoke, his attention shifted fully back to her, and only then did he really see her. The tears. The rage. The hurt.
The last thing he ever wanted was to make her cry. Somehow, he seemed frighteningly good at it.
Then she asked her question.
How had he come to this cursed land?
He hesitated, but before he could answer, she continued, stepping closer.
Winning?His voice remained soft, steady.
There is no winning in violence, Wisp. There is only suffering. You won’t change my mind about that.
His gaze dropped briefly to their child. A child didn’t deserve hatred. Had never done anything except exist.
But maybe he had.
Maybe whatever rot had lived in his father had bled into him too.
He shoved the thought away sharply. Not now. Selkie was too close. Too small. Too vulnerable.
His mind drifted back to her first question.
Had he died?
The first memory of Mythris was walking. Marching. Alone. Bitter and hollow. But before that?
The answers resisted him, fuzzy, raw, sensitive. His mind recoiled from the edge of it.
Still, he pushed.
The words that finally left his mouth shocked him as much as they settled something deep in his chest.
I did die,he said quietly.
But not by their hands.
His throat tightened.
I…God, why did talking hurt so fucking much?
I killed myself.
The confession barely rose above a whisper as the truth settled between them.
RE: Those Birds Are Watching The World Unfold - Will-o'-Wisp - 3/14/2026
Watching Sarge sweep their son close even as Selkie peppered budding needle-sharp baby fangs at his limb, it was something special. Tender. Wisp wasn't a mind reader, but she could swear she saw the promise flash from her husband as their baby was tucked close with a kiss.
Sarge recoiled from the words, but Wisp shook her head.
He'd tried, spiraled down a bad path, but Sarge had gotten there.
And eventually, it'd cost him his own life. He didn't blame them, but Wisp still did.
She wondered how much of whatever mental block he had going on was a choice to stay scared, close himself off, punish himself.
Did he realize he was punishing them, too?
Sarge recoiled from the words, but Wisp shook her head.
Violence is th’ heavy price paid sometimes, tae do th’ right thing. Winnin’ is makin’ it through th’ other side of that shadow tae take th’ next step in yer own life. Tae put somethin’ good in th'place o’ evil.
He'd tried, spiraled down a bad path, but Sarge had gotten there.
And eventually, it'd cost him his own life. He didn't blame them, but Wisp still did.
They took everything from ye,she disagreed, voice soft but vehement,
an somehow, still made ye pay th'price. Ah'm sorry, love. But now ye have th'chance tae be somethin’ better. Ye have ah wife tae support ye. Help people, raise our wee fae-lings, live th'life you should've always had.
She wondered how much of whatever mental block he had going on was a choice to stay scared, close himself off, punish himself.
Did he realize he was punishing them, too?
RE: Those Birds Are Watching The World Unfold - Sarge2 - 3/14/2026
This was something they clearly would not see eye to eye on, and frankly, he didn’t have the energy or desire to argue with her. So he nodded thoughtfully, his eyes falling to the babe at his chest. He gave another gentle lick as he allowed her to finish her thoughts.
You’ve nothing to apologize for, Wisp. It was not your doing. It’s not your responsibility to atone for their damnation.
His voice was vulnerable in a way it very rarely was, a true glimpse into the insecurities and fears he held so tightly to his chest.
With a dark chuckle, golden eyes found her again, this time with a soft sheen of their own.
A wife. Children. Things I never dreamt of. Never thought would be possible. I suppose it is a new chance. An opportunity to change.
He fell silent as he held her gaze. He loved her with all of his being. He would do anything for her. For them. They were all that mattered anymore.
I’m terrified,he admitted in a whisper.
I don’t know what I’m doing.