" What kind of God lets children die? " - - - The charcoal fur was soft against her maw as young innocent green eyes gazed into blooming gold. "Brother- why do we have to hide here from mother? I could easily just lie. I bet she wouldn't notice." A gentle laugh emitted from pursed lips. "hush now. Cypress is sleeping. Mom would find out. She does Fern.. You have to learn that." The calla lily was soft against her pelt- the bramble encircling the trio in a soft haven of their own world, laden with oleander and ivy- their own safe paradise. "Now... Can you tell me what sound a Blue jay makes Fern?" A grin erupted from innocent eyes and pelt of flaxen gold, as the she fervently nodded. "I know! I know! It goes, Chrip chirp chirp!" Fern imitated, snuggled into downy grey fur. "Very good.... Bluejay bluejay fly through my window..." Heavy eyes began to close, as the soft melodic lull began to slip away from Ferns ears into dark bliss.... - Everything was too incredibly loud. The screams that Fern couldn't hear- the echoing sobs, her claws against her billowing downy fur. Everything was too loud. Here is how to be brave. To hold onto everything you love and never let go. To love with all your heart- even if it killed you. Fern used to be brave. The sobs that she couldn't hear- her tears, cold and metallic stinging the scars on her chest- streaming down her face like kerosene- Burning her alive. Oh it was all to ironic. Birch... Poor sweet Birch, always protecting her from mother, so ironic that the strongest man Fern had ever known had taken himself down was it not? Birch had been brave. So brave that he drowned inside of himself. The water was beginning to rise. It was salty in her mouth, almost strangling. Fern was drowning. It was to dark. No matter how she struggled and screamed the water still seemed to rush into her mouth, filling her screeching lungs. No paws would be able to lift her to light this time. The feeling of wood dug into her skin, leaving only the heavy carnelian stain behind, a blooming cardinal lily on her pale pelt. The howls and blubbering wails that erupted in bubbling masses from her mouth were not heard from her. The water had clogged her ears after all. She couldn't scream. Its not like anyone would hear her. She had never finished that line. They had never finished the song. It would always be- Their perfect unfinished symphony. - "blue jay bluejay fly through my window, fly molasses candy.." - - - - Credits: ! Audio does not belong to me ! Art / Character credits: . okay but this is present time so- fern may or may not be an emotional WRECK for the time being-
