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Kier let out a pleased little titter, his shoulders shuddering, as his mother snatched her paw away. This was off to a good start! She just needed some convincing, a bit of wearing down, a bit of weaselling into her heart and good graces, but she’d succumb in the end. She’d love him, more than she’d love his siblings - more even than his father loved him and Kate and Mal.
He stayed close by Rhiannon as she resumed speaking to Harley, now totally disinterested in the father he’d been fussing over only minutes before. He had a new parent to earn the favouritism of, a new project - his last one had maybe not been everything he’d hoped for, but then he’d had two other siblings to compete with. Now, with his mother, he could make it so that it was only him. Sitting close beside her, Kier smiled around at his siblings, self-satisfied and with his pointy little chin raised in the air.
Of course, Kier wasn’t completely insane. Under all these guises, he was a lonely, scared little boy who just wanted to be loved by someone - anyone. He knew his mother was rejecting him, knew that if Mal or Kate went after her affection he’d stand no chance without resorting to underhanded means. He had seen the look of disgust and horror on her face - he wasn’t blind. But when you were the one constantly looked at like you should have been smothered at birth, like if there came a famine you’d be the one elected to waste away and starve because you were the one the family could do without, like your very existence was a mistake of the gods, you could either look it square in the face and let it consume you, or you could turn your head away and plaster on a smile and pretend you hadn’t seen. Some might call it denial. If he were to call it anything at all, he would call it the only way he made it through each day.
So when Rhiannon practically spat the word ‘them’, Kier kept on smiling at her side and pretended not to hear.
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POSTEDSept 22, 2021 19:20:37 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Her green eyes took in everything. The way that Harley and Mal would react. How Kier would, and finally, when this newcomer happened upon them, she stayed the same. Silent, and watching. Just as she was told, because of course... She was daddy's perfect child. Kate sat up straight with perfect posture, her paws neatly placed beside each other. Her bobbed tail hidden perfectly as she sat. One would say she was almost the spitting image of Katie herself, well with shorter hair and minus the tail.
The little wonder pressed her lips together upon receiving the news. This cat.. she's my mother? Her face remained blank as she let it sink in. As their conversations continued, she listened carefully. A mother who didn't want me. Father didn't want me? Kate felt her world sinking in. She could handle the witch mother that stood in front of her, so ready to continue on with her life and forget that she even existed. Hell, it had seemed she had forgotten.
Father? Kate felt her body tense, she was unable to stop it from happening. It was then, that Kier pulled his pathetic stunt. Her nose scrunched up as she curled her lip in disgust.
"Seems to me that we aren't wanted by either parents, Mal, Kier." She turned to her siblings, standing to her paws abruptly. "Look at the waste of good blood here." Kate scoffed. Despite not truly meaning Kier, she would speak it into existence. Her sharp eyes turned to her father. A shine of hurt could be seen within them, but her face did not show this. Suddenly, what Harley said meant nothing to her. Kate would no longer be the obedient little girl. She was hurt, emotionally. She'd never felt it before. "Now what, Harley? Are we joining or not? Or are you just going to stand here and argue with her?" It was the first time she had ever called him by his name, but he deserved it.
"Whatever you choose to do, Kate, I'll stay here with Mother," Kier interjected, voice casual and chipper. His eyes twitched to Harley. "And you, Father, of course." (I didn't call you Harley.) "I hope you're still planning to stay. It'll be so delightful, to have both parents in one place. Every child's dream." He turned his head back to Rhiannon adoringly, blinking up at her with a sighing little smile like he was lovestruck.
The oldest of the kids shifted his eyes back and forth from Harley to his mother. Watching Kier with her was a little more than disturbing. He looked absolutely in love with her, abandoning all affection to any other creature. The snake had found a new charmer. He opened his mouth slightly, clicking his tongue to convey his absolute disdain for this situation. After his brother’s little display, Mal was hit with the realization that his biological, and only for that matter, mother was standing before him. It seemed his siblings had taken opposite sides, with Kate’s being a tad more neutral. He listened as they spoke, all of their voices filling his head and swirling for a moment before settling into certain recesses that he could pull from in the future should he ever need to. The fact that his father wasn’t thrilled about raising them, that his mother had never expected to know them, and that staying in this place meant that they would be this big happy family with doting parents and strong bonds with his siblings. Oh no, wait. That third one definitely wasn’t a thing. Mal felt an odd prickle of emotion as he looked at his mother, his blue eyes boring into her, studying her every feature. Could he possibly make a familial attachment to this cat? No, unlikely. He barely made any with cats he had known his whole life. He looked from his father and Kate over to Rhiannon and Kier. To be completely honest, he was getting bored of this conversation.
As Kier spoke again, he had had enough. Mal let a dramatic groan escape him as he rose to his feet and stepped between the two divided groups, lashing his tail in annoyance. “As lovely-“ he began, tossing his gaze to his mother as he spat the word, “as this little family reunion has been, I’d like to know what the plan was here. Bring us all this way…to what?” He asked, looking around at his family but settling on Harley. “Were you going to dump us here and move along?” Mal didn’t seem hurt with this question, it was just an honest curiosity. He finally addressed his mother, turning completely to face her, “and you, you seem as disinterested in us as Kier is obsessed with you, so the only logical explanation of why you’re still entertaining this conversation, is your desire to speak more with Harley.” Mal finished, his expression even and his eyes half-lidded. He was sick of the volleying back and forth, “Let’s just get everyone’s intentions out in the open, shall we?”
Edited Sept 23, 2021 20:11:51 GMT -5 By Delrowe | Reason: Couple of typos
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Harley paused for a moment. "It wasn't a martyr mission," he commented cooly, seeing how his children reacted to his words. "I made the choice you were too cowardly to make." He didn't expect his children to understand his complex position: how could they? He had never intended to have children, he didn't want to have children, but he had accepted fate's role. It had made him a better man, but it also changed him.
The tom then laughed out loud at her next question. "The terms of the deal were terminated when you came to my home. You should have known that eventually, I would come back." Even if he hadn't had the trio in tow, being away from his home had eaten at him. He would have returned eventually; the final stretch of his life was always destined to end in the very place that it started. "If you aren't keen on being a mother, you know how to leave. You've made that woefully clear."
He then turned to Kate. For the first time, he reacted to his daughter in anger. He swatted her ear, perhaps harder than he meant to. "Do not put words in my mouth," he warned his daughter, ice in his tone. "If I didn't want you, you wouldn't be here. Never forget that, Kate." His tail flicked twice, before he let out a sigh. No, reacting to his children with cruelty was not how he wanted to handle this. He didn't want to become his own father, cursed to repeat the same mistakes. He closed his eyes, fighting to re-center himself, only to be brought back to focus by Mal.
"The intentions, as they have always been, are to return to Primal Instinct. Unless your sister continues her apparent rebellion, the four of us will retain Primal Instinct membership. Rhiannon's appearance here does not change this, merely complicates our arrival." He looked tired as he spoke next. "I would not leave you here alone. If my intentions were to abandon you, why would I have brought you to my home?"
When Mal groaned melodramatically, Kier's ears flattened for a second, used to his brother's irritation preceding a blow, before they quickly perked back up and he flashed an interested look at him, his head jutting down low beneath his bony shoulders. Both his siblings seemed determined to kick up a fuss and make things difficult for themselves - Kate with her petulance, Mal with his deadpan disinterest. Kier momentarily considered snapping at his brother for his disrespectful scorn, just to impress his mother, but firstly, he'd look a weakling and only be embarrassed when Mal inevitably hit him and he had to retreat behind Father with his tail between his legs, and secondly, this was better for him, to have his siblings make fools of themselves while he looked the obedient child. So, Kier just sat there, hunched, and watched with twinkling grey eyes.
Then, when Harley cuffed Kate over the ear, a sick little grin spread across Kier and he let out a surprised, delighted humming sound high in his throat. It might have been a laugh. His head twitched slightly; he stroked his own cheek absently with one forepaw to soothe it. He was reassured, too, by his father's explanation; he had been wanted, and overall his upbringing with Harley had been as loving as Kier could ever imagine a relationship being. So, really, he was just getting happier by the minute.
"I hope you won't leave," he told Rhiannon, looking up at his mother from where he still sat beside her. "Kate's always been the princess of the family. Haven't you, Kate?" He looked back at his sister, and then stood. Wandering over to circle harmlessly close around her, Kier continued, "you'd hate to mess everything up for the rest of us, wouldn't you? You'll stay. You know Father would be gutted by your leaving - we all would. And you wouldn't want that. We need you!" He brushed his cheek against his sister's, giving her a smile that was almost pretty. But everything else was a threat; he might as well have had his claws around her throat. His unblinking eyes glistened in the dim light as he looked at her.
Post by achromatic on Sept 24, 2021 7:55:41 GMT -5
Cowardly? She could laugh. What exactly about this was cowardly? She had been about her kits' age when she had them, what had he expected? That she spent her whole life caring for the kits she had never wanted? He had urged her to pursue her lofty dreams, of power and everlasting life, and when she had suggested that they rid themselves of them forever, he had been the one to disagree. She wasn't like other she-cats, who dreamed of a life fulfilled by some little love interest, or a life in which she was to settle down and fall in love, have a mate, and live happily ever after.
No, she had bigger dreams than that. Her attention was drawn to the other cat who spoke to her. Another son. The oldest, it seemed. He had the arrogance of his father, to assume he knew exactly what she was here for. "You assume a lot," she spoke dryly, "it's clear you take after your father. As little as she partook in anything related to her own kits, she could remember at least naming this one. It had been a joke, a dry underhand comment she had spoken under her breath when she was pregnant, and it had been amusing when Harley had decided upon naming them. They were barely in her memory but he had named the middle one Kiernan, and she knew that the daughter was named Kate after Harley's mother...
"You must be Mallacht," her whisker twitched in amusement, "did your father ever explain what your name meant? Or could he not even pronounce it?" Her eyes met Harley's in a brief challenge, though they held more amusement at this whole situation than anything else, despite the undercurrent of disgust still written across her face, "very fitting, though in this case, maybe you and your brother should've switched names."
The middle child seemed more like a curse to them all than the oldest, whose dark expression and confidence truly spoke more as the son of a lord. How ironic.
Rhiannon's expression changed, her half-lidded eyes and the roll of her eyes still reflected the complete disinterest she had towards them. "Go ahead," her whiskers twitched, "though I doubt you'll find any who still remember your name. Seems like I know more cats around here than you do these days. I don't plan on leaving until I get what I want, so you best not get in my way. I'll tolerate you here for now."
She smirked once more. "I bet my brother would be ecstatic to see you," she purred, sounding more dangerous in the low rumble of her throat more than her meows ever did, "you should say hello sometime. He might give you a gift." The gift being a slit throat probably, but the tone of her voice had delivered that much.
She eyed them all once more. "Are you going to sit there like a bunch of useless rocks all day or are you planning to head back to the mansion?" Rhiannon couldn't stand cats who didn't have a mind of their own, who followed behind listlessly like sheep being herded by dogs. "I hope you didn't raise the kits to be as useless as you are, Harley," she called out, already turned to leave, "it'd be a shame if they all turned out like you."
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Kate was shocked at the sudden cuff. It smacked against her ear and her head, of course it wasn't awfully hard. However, it was hard enough to catch her attention. A defiant growl gurgled in her chest, but the feline only pinned her ears against her skull as she fumed. She turned her back to Harley, her eyes narrowed to slits as she hunkered down. Her body language said it all, but she didn't say a word this time. Kate was an easy cat to anger, and usually she would react instantly with her own claws. The cat before her, was her father. What was she to do to him? Kate may have been angry, but she was not a mouse brain, that was for sure.
The calico turned her eyes towards the cat that was her mother. Her nose wrinkled, but again, she was silent. If anyone knew Kate, they knew her mind was reeling with how exactly she was going to get back at Harley for touching her. She'd been the same way with Mal. Revenge, even if small, was something she always got. Even if she had to make the tom feel bad for it, it was a small win later on.
