Where's My Wild Fel Gone?

Name/Import Image: Pelagos 5496

Prompt: Internal Instinct

Prompt #: 7 - It is important not to let your fears get the better of you, nor to ignore them and hope they go away. Depict your Felvarg facing and/or overcoming a fear that they struggle with.

Additional Extras: Additional Literature

This place used to be a home. Now, it was just a shell of its former self. The walls stood strong still but the only love left in them were the faint memories of playtime past. Of the nights having to be coerced to sleep when Pelagos simply just had too much energy. Of the gifts from GrimGram and Grandpaw. A few of them were still scattered around the room. The click of her claws connecting with the deteriorating wooden floor echoes in the now-empty space. It was a wonder they hadn't collapsed to the level below yet. Stains of water damage kiss her paws as she stands at the window. Even the trees outside seemed to have changed— shrunk even... or maybe she's just gotten bigger.

The cold of the snow seeping into the room shoos her away from the window. Her attention instead falls to the broken bookshelf snuggly fitted into the corner. Right. Her daisy. The one they wouldn't let her bring along. They'd just grow a new one. At least that's what Grandpaw told her. Nothing compared to her daisy, though. Nothing ever stood as tall as it did or with so many petals. The others were all... different. Now her prized flower lay wilted, petals strewn across the floor, dried and shriveled.

Her eyes then fall to the letter block sitting on the lowest shelf. That one was always her favorite. It had the P on it. How could it not be Pelagos's favorite? Oh, and there's her old ball. She loved playing fetch with GrimGram when they'd go visit her. Especially when the ball would squeak. It never wanted to squeak for her, though. No matter how hard she tried to squeeze it in her little jaws. Those same jaws close around it once more, giving it a hearty squish.

SqueEeAak...

Maybe she had gotten stronger too. Even with the demented-sounding squeal the ball had let out, a subtle smile plays on her features as she relives the memories. Memories of her and Hagalaz playing with it— Pelagos demanding she squeak it for her... Hagalaz...

Her paws slowly pad over to the thread-bare rug centered in the room, dropping the ball on it. Then dropping herself down, too. Her paw reaches for the kiwi plush already waiting for her in her new spot. The same plush she had back then. Granted now it was a little worn down. Two patches covered holes from playing with it too rough. Another was soon to be needed as the neck seam had split already. It couldn't be avoided when Pel still carried the thing around with her everywhere by the wing. She tucks it into her side, curling around it.

She takes another look around the dusty room. Her dusty room. A sigh escapes her. "You said it'd never change," she whispers to herself before she paws the ball closer. She lays her head down next to it, feeling her eyes growing heavy.

"Everything's changed, Haggie." ...and that was terrifying.

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