warship my wreck
12-08-2015, 07:19 PM
He hadn’t moved far from where they had originally been roaming – he liked the place and didn’t feel like straying much farther. Plus, with what scant amount of sense he had left, he’d figured that Brutus would be nearest to where they had been the most. He missed Brutus. No one else cared to hang out with him. He didn’t have any other friends. The thought made an unusually emotional frown cross his face – not a pout or a sour scowl, but a truly upset frown. It did not belong on the madman’s face. He sighed gently as he walked along the dry riverbed, the tiny, sandy pebbles massaging his pawpads. His face scrunched slightly more, lips pursed, as he kept thinking about Brutus. Then he paused, glanced up, and yowled, ”Brutey!!!” The call echoed dully though the vastness of the empty desert sky. ”Brutus?!” another cry, destined to roam the air alone with no point to its freedom. The imp glanced left and right, his brow knit sadly.
He waited a second, refraining from ceaselessly shrieking the name as he usually would. His throat would not be sore today. Inside, there was a sinking feeling that he ought not to waste his time and energy looking for someone he couldn’t find. Maybe… if he just stayed around this desert place, Brutus would come back eventually.
He missed Brutus.
His lip quivered as he looked back down and ahead of him. It was sunny out. In the cold air, it felt nice on his back. But he didn’t feel nice. Abruptly, he sat down in the rocky bottom of the riverbed, his head hanging. He didn’t feel like exploring anymore. He missed Brutus. A deep inhale filled his lungs and then exited, shaking his bony ribcage. What was this? His eyes felt… wet.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
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