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In This New World



Cathaoir

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
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0
size
Extra large
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09-27-2015, 12:21 AM (This post was last modified: 09-27-2015, 12:22 AM by Cathaoir.)



It was a lot bigger than he had thought it was going to be, the land that seemed to be never ending. He had been here for only a few days now, and he had a feeling that he had hardly seen the tip of the iceberg. Would he ever be able to make it to the lands that his father had once held his pack? Or where his half siblings had been born? There were so many questions, and honestly such little time to get them all answered. Wistfully the boy walked through the new forest growth, pale green eyes skyward as he looked at the pedals on the branches. There was so much to see here, so many new things that he had only been able to dream of on the island that he was born on. At a year old he finally made it inland, the stories of his parents inspiring him to see it all for himself.

The large grey boy stretched out his aching paws, shaking out the light and dark grey limbs. Weaving between the narrow trunks of the trees, the pedals drifted slowly around him like rainfall. It was serene, like something out of a fairy tale. That was, until his inner demons decided to pay a visit. He grew rigid as his body froze, tail standing out stiffy behind him. Panic fluttered at his chest as he closed his eyes, trying hard to work on the exercises that Othello had showed him. But this wave of emotions was larger than they usually were, a mix of so many feelings trying to rip him apart. Loneliness was followed by bitter regret, before a whole parade of bluesy emotions tried to claim him. Growling deep in his chest Cathaoir shook himself, trying to work some feeling back into himself so that he could manage to get a grip. Breath!

One, two, three.
Anger that his parents left him here reared its head, making his next breath hiss between his teeth.
Four, five, six.
Worry that his half siblings would never accept him, and turn him away to be left on his own.
Seven, eight, nine.
He focused on the sound of his breathing, and ever so slowly his eyes peeled open.
Ten.

"SPEAK!"

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