Stepping stones to thin ice
12-10-2013, 06:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-10-2013, 06:43 PM by Vereux.)
The snow was all more than constricting for the boy. Trying to move through it was difficult enough, without having to end up at the Glaciem borders. He had gotten used to staying at home since leaving the territory ended up in many mishaps in which he didn't want to happen again. His tail flicking back and forth as the boy crawled through the snow without a worry in his pretty little head. Seeing as things had calmed down, greatly, within himself and the pack it seemed. Getting over the fact that his mom was gone had been easy once he spent more time exploring and playing with Genesis. He even got a chance to speak with his father, to clear his confused little mind. Paws flimsy throwing snow around his emerald eyes scanned over the lands. These were his fathers lands, the king, in which one day Vereux hoped to take over that throne and all of this. Though it was far in the future, since many of his brothers were far older than him and more experienced. Which also meant he did not mind serving beside them. Half siblings or not they were all family, the glue that stuck them together it was as simply as that. As he stopped, he heard something near the borders. His ears swiveled to investigate and a oddly gray colored brute was there. The man sniffed about snorting, one of his eyes was glazed over with black residue. It frightened the boy a bit, as he pulled his ears to his skull choking down on his throat before being able to call out for someone. The brute smiled, and the other red eye making Vereux even more frightened seeing as he was three time the boys size. The next thing he knew he was being charged paws moving snow around as he ended up on his back the gray brute snapping at him. Vereux let out a yelp, pressing his paws against his chest as jaws hit his left leg tearing flesh and skin as he howled out loud in pain. "DAD! Anyone HELP!" Vereux managed to yell out from the top of his lungs. The brute had no sense of reality, he only shook his head. Vereux winced in pain pulling his paw back to prevent it from being broken luckily. Only a bleeding wound, deeply across his left leg sat there. The first time he had experienced such pain, his eyes filled with fear. This thing was causing him pain, not like being punished, it was senseless and now he was bleeding out of his leg. Vereux whined. Speech, |