good intentions
"Don't you dare come back, boy. Your soul is not clean. We don't want you!"
Those words had been echoing in his little head ever since his father left him at this strange place early this morning. Tears had began to bubble up while the brown figure of what used to be his father faded in the distance. He was alone and abandoned. Forgotten. He had done nothing wrong. It wasn't his fault he saw everything this way. It wasn't all the time.. why did he had to leave?
The small boy was seated beside a tree. His back arched due to his hanging head. His dark ears were glued to his head and tears kept streaming down his blonde cheeks. Golden eyes were filled with pain and fear. The sound of the river felt like roaring monsters. The wind kept startling him. And the scent of smoke, he could not get rid of. His tail was glued to his side.
Why am I so different..? His mind came to words as he stared into nothing. His paws pressed together and his claws dug slightly into the dirt, uncomfortably, worriedly and kind of paranoid. He had no idea where he was and definitely no idea where he will end up by the evening.
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She noticed some unfamiliar prints and scents as she strolled along the course of the water. Putting her nose to work, Theo tracked the scent until she saw a small, hunched shape. Was it a fox...? As she drew closer, Theo realized it wasn't a denizen of the woods at all: it was a pitiful looking puppy. Furrowing her brows, she approached slowly. "Are you lost?" she asked once she was within earshot. He was little, younger than most of Abaven's brood. The past few months had put her on a crash-course of puppy caretaking and she liked to think that was quite good at it, but she still fumbled occasionally. Hey, no one was perfect.
But he couldn’t do that, could he? For he was alone. All those years struggling to lift his back from under the paw that beat him, only to stumble around like the lost pup he’d been the weeks prior. Even out here, with all this silence, he could still hear his father chanting aloud to him in front of his pack mates. Disappointment, shame, it all crackled in his voice. 'You're gonna be nothing, you little shit! Did you honestly think you could get through this world humming and singing and picking daisies, huh? You little titty baby, you are! No! This world is made on blood, and through blood, we--,' "Take blood! I fucking get it, okay? I don't want to be like you, and just because of that, the very small insignificant fact, that maybe I didn't want to turn out like a fucking barbarian, the idea of freedom under you, it boils your soul, doesn't it? Doesn't it?! I don't want t--, Uh... Oh... Um," Sitting in front of him with its head down low, tears flowing from sun-kissed eyes, did a child stay waiting and... and a female. Damn, she was pretty, wasn't she? He was sure that she was ashamed of him, too. Ugh. Dammit.
The pup, on the other hand, he didn't look very old at all, no, but he did look scared. Well. Whit was scared too. "Um, I, I didn't mean to frighten you, if I did, I-I didn't know you two were here... I uh, can... Can I help you?" His whines of embarrassment stayed behind his breath, ears flattened as he brought himself to lay down a little ways off from the two of them. He could sense something from this child that reminded him of himself, but he didn't know if it was the fact they were both out here, lost and crying or if it was something more. "Um, I-I'm Whitfield. Do... Do you have a name, kiddo?"
He was so out of it that for a moment someone might think that his ears went deaf. After a moment, his golden eyes widened slightly at the sight of white paws and a soothing voice. Was this another one of his hallucinations. His head went up and his eyes focused on black and white face and blue eyes. He sniffled. Usually everything went better when he attempted to touch what he saw and of course since it wasn't real he couldn't touch it. And that would bring an end to his hallucination. So he had the same intention here. His small brown paw lifted up and he attempted to press it gently against the paws before him. By the time he realized it was real and the wolf was really there the sound of a voice came from the side.
His eyes widened more and he jolted back as if he was burned with a yelp. His small body rolled backwards onto his back and he tried to scuttle back and closer to the bark of the tree in an attempt to hide. The new arriving figure that soon laid down and his words kept coming out, looked like he was real too. Tail curled against him and he was almost as close to the ground. Eyes stayed widened and tears kept silently rolling down his face. His paws soon covered his face and his cracked voice slipped out.
"P-please don't hurt me." His voice, though cracked and scared didn't cause his words to be wrong. For a pup his age he could talk pretty well. The sob that came after his speech caused his body to shake slightly. He had had enough and just wanted everything to end.
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