Numb
She'd finally given up. She'd given up the thought that her family would return. That they would come back for her. That they would suddenly come out of hiding and say "hey here we are!" but no. It'd been over a season, and she left alone during the whole of winter, and probably for the other winters to come. She couldn't cry anymore, her tears were dried up. She was tired of crying, tired of shaking and tired of being on her own. She was nearing a year old now, did yearlings still cry? She sighed, her bones hurt from the cold and the mud and the dampness of the earth. She had been so depressed that she had barely eaten the last couple of weeks, and even now she was sure she was getting sick. As if to confirm that, she let loose a series of sneezes that made her head pound worse and worse with each one.
God was she tired. Sniffling, she stood and left the shelter of the rock, her old den flooded now thanks to the river. Mud clung to her small frame, the frailness of her body obvious with her lack of care as her steps were wobbly. Why hadn't she just...died yet? Why hadn't a hawk or something just come and pick her off? Maybe an owl would tonight...the moon hung in full, casting shadows across the ground. Her own blending with them, her midnight toned body fading into the backdrop. A whimper escaped her, more because she was feeling yucky then anything else. She was tired, and all she wanted to do was sleep and never wake up. Maybe...just maybe she could walk herself to death. "SPEAK" |
Cathy...no, dolce...no, no, no matter what he couldn't think of a good nickname for him. Did he really have to have such a complicated name? He sighed softly, a small smile twitching on his lips. Fiore, that was perfect! He nearly grinned from ear to ear, bouncing slightly in his step and looking happy and comfortable for the first time, really, since he came home. He couldn't wait to see him again! Share with him his nickname. He was so excited to see the look on Cath's face, and only Starling would know what it meant. Even if it wasn't very brilliant. Flower, what a unique nickname. But it seemed almost perfect. He blinked as he suddenly stopped, tilting his head to the side as he returned to reality. What...was that? He blinked again, surprise when it suddenly clicked. He quickly looked around, searching for the air for some sign of someone near by. He didn't really recognize the scent, but he had only seen her when she was born. He watched her for a moment, clenching his jaw as he fought the urge to go to her, but it won. "H-hey!" He called hesitantly before padding up to catch up with the young girl. "A-are you okay?" He whispered softly, knowing that when he wasn't in a good mood he didn't want to bring too much attention too it. But she certainly didn't seem too...happy. "Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare" |
Lonely. That was all she had felt since her family disappeared. She sneezed again, sighing as she walked without purpose. It wasn't until a voice caught her that she stopped. The voice wasn't familiar, and when she turned to face him, he looked as unrecognizable as his voice. There was no enthusiasm or happiness in her gaze. Crimson optics showed nothing but emptiness, depression, sadness, lost. She did not smile, but she did offer a weak tail wag...right. As if that would say she was fine. Pfft. Still, she was so tired of it all, she didn't want to burden others with her problems. They were all taking care of her, and what was she doing? Giving up. That's what. She was giving up on herself. Giving up on the thoughts that her family would come back for her. She didn't want to feel like a burden anymore. "I'm f-fine.." She would murmur unenthusiastically. She was sick, a cold she guessed, but she would say otherwise. "SPEAK" |