ardent

Endless Fire



Starling

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
6
size
Large
build
Light
posts
346
player
keanai
01-03-2016, 01:24 AM
The blood slipped from his wound, warm at first but cooling so oddly in his tan fur. It was a small wound, simple punctures, but enough to bleed freely and hurt. He could feel his heart beat in it, pumping the blood to the wound in hopes of "healing" it, but only to be left to dry in his fur. He winced at the sound of her voice, at the way she pressed harder into him. He could feel her anger, feel his own fear, feel the tear as it slipped down his cheek and his jaws clenched tightly. He kept trying to get his hind legs under Lillianna, to try and push her off or at least scratch at her delicate underbelly. Anything, any way to get a leg up. He needed to get out, he was starting to panic. His breath was coming out in quick rushes, and his blue eyes darted around, searching for any escape. He could call for his brother nad his father, they would save him. But something kept him frozen, the same fear that had him trying to escape her. He knew he had been wrong, and now he was facing the consequences. "Lasciami! Lasciami andare. Lasciami andare!" He whimpered, yelping as she nipped his ear. That hurt!

She seethed at him, breathing her anger into his very soul, as if every word were meant to be tattooed into him. He had left, yes, and he was probably so stupid for it. Which, well, he was. He whimpered again, closing his eyes tightly as he fought the tears that threatened to fall faster. "Y-y-you d-don-t-t u-und-derstand" He whimpered, his stuttering worse as he tried to get away. "I-I f-f-fail-led. I f-f-failed..." He whimpered, he cried, and it was the honest truth. He had been so nervous of failing that he had done so. He had sabotaged himself, and then he couldn't see there faces, and then too much time had passed. "Non sono riuscito. Non sono riuscito. Non sono riuscito. Non sono riuscito. Non sono riuscito." He repeated over and over and over again, like every time he said it would make it truer and truer, like should would understand better. Each time he said it, his voice became more and more pitched and more and more tighter, and the tears that he tried so hard to hide just slipped behind his eyelids. He had to get away...

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"