[ O P E N ] BROKEN DOWN

[|-Naomi-|]

There was utter silence. Not a breath was heard. Not a movement was heard. She crouched there in complete quiet, her striking blue eyes locked upon the unknowing brown rabbit gnawing on some plants just feet in front of her. Her wings were extended upwards, ready to thrust down with such speed that the creature would hardly know what hit it when she did attack. For now, she remained still, studying it as she hunted it. She watched it eat, watched it move around a few times, making sure she was not seen nor heard nor smelled. She had been practicing these skills while hunting the smaller creatures, not that she could hunt anything much larger with the fragile bones she had, and had excelled in them quite well over the past several months. She never cared to be a Guardian. She wasn't a fighter. She was a Hunter.

Naomi moved like lightning, thrusting her wings downward and back to propel herself forwards. She came down upon the tiny herbivore and clasped her jaws around its tiny neck swiftly, snapping it before it could cry out and warn any other prey in the area that there was a predator nearby. She stood there a moment, feeling the life drain out of it as it finally fell limp in her jaws. Then, she sat down and folded her wings in, dropping the kill at her dark feet. She stared at it in disdain, wishing with her heart that there was someone she could show this to, someone she could make proud because she was an accomplished hunter. However, to her there was no one out there or even within these boundaries that wanted to see her hunt, that wanted anything to do with her. Perhaps it was a misled thought, but it was her heart feeling.

There was no doubt the hybrid felt unloved and unwanted. After all, her mother and her sister and one of her half brothers had long since vanished from the pack. She didn't understand why she and Nocht were the only remaining pups of the Aurora litters to stay with the Children. Aurora was gone. Alla was gone. Altan was gone. Of course, there were those half siblings of hers that belonged to her father and the Queen, Satinka, but she never really cared for them. She wasn't sure why exactly, now that she could reflect upon these things. They had never done anything wrong to her, but in her young mind merely months ago, they had stolen all of daddy's attention. Quite frankly, as silly as it was, it made her angry. Watching him take care of them, and there were quite a few of them, made her angry.

Naomi felt the tears press at her eyes, slowly beginning to fall from them and dropping into the moist ground beneath her. Why did Reynard not like hybrids? She asked herself that question all the time and oh so often wondered if that made him hate her, hate her sister. She didn't really know, though, to be honest. She didn't want to ask either. She didn't want to hurt him, to make him feel like he wasn't doing a good job as a father. No, she understood he was busy. He was the alpha, after all, but that didn't stop her from feeling unwanted. The chill of the day in that moment reminded her that she would have no one to keep warm with this winter. It saddened her, honestly. She would miss her mother, her sister. She was afraid to snuggle with some stranger. She was afraid to ask to den with what was technically left of her family.

Naomi didn't know what to do. She was just broken.

[Reynard]

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[|-Naomi-|]

Her tears. She hated them, she truly did. Aurora had vanished and so had Alla. She didn't know where they were and she was angry about it, but she was also heartbroken. She was able to fend for herself, hence the rabbit at her feet, yet nothing seemed to be the same. She missed hunting and playing with Alla, even though they were very different creatures. The same species, yes, but their personalities were opposite reflections of one another. While Alla adored their half siblings, Naomi hated them. Perhaps hate was a strong word, but she was young and hardly knew any better. Her mother had left her, so she exaggerated many of her emotions. She just wished there was something she could do about it. She just wished there was some way to bring them back to her, even though she couldn't find them.

The voice, though it was one she had recognized, startled her deeply. Her wings upon her back ruffled slightly, having the silence suddenly disturbed. She could only stare at him with her wide blue eyes, which mimicked his own more than her mother's. She definitely took after his appearance. The orange fur, the blue eyes, but the white had come from her mother, as small of an amount as it was. She honestly didn't know what to say. What could she say? He was her father, but she truly didn't know. It almost hurt to see him. She loved him. She was jealous, though, very jealous of her half-siblings. Her mother had told her many things about him, some good and some bad, though she could hardly differentiate the two. It generally had depended on the tone of her voice and even then it had been hard.

"I..." The words wouldn't come to her, but the tears did. Naomi could only slump her shoulders and drop her wings to the ground. Her gaze was locked on the rabbit at her feet and she idly pushed at it with a dainty, winged paw. The tiny wings at her feet, which enhanced her speed in flight incredibly, fluttered as she moved it about. In dismay, she bit back on the sob that was threatening to spill out in her throat. The thought of being alone pained her, though it had been that way for a long while. Aurora had been gone awhile now and she was at a loss. She was just a hunter, but she patrolled too. She could see and catch things from the sky most others with wings could not. She often searched for her mother and sister's pelts. She could distinguish the reds, between Nocht and Moonrose to another pack member or even a stranger.

Naomi looked at him, wondering if he would know. "Where's Mother?" It was all she could say, because she wanted to know. If he knew, she would be joyed and pained at the same time. Joyed to know she was still around, pained to know she had been hiding. She didn't know the verdict, and was even afraid to hear it.