ardent

Danger Zone



Bass

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
Heavy
posts
928
player
Evelyn

Famous
01-07-2016, 11:05 PM



Even though his head was turned to the side, he saw out of the corner of his eye when the boy looked up with damp eyes. Bass' limbs shook, and finally he flopped to his rump to stop himself from falling over completely. Starling spoke and his lip quivered, his heart over run with emotions. Starling's words were crazy, he did none of that. He wanted to be angry with Star, to lash out and tell him that he was being stupid. But he couldn't do that. He just fell forward, pulling himself closer to the brown and white boy. Bass tried to wrap his muddy limbs around Star, aiming to just take him in his arms and hug him close to his chest. His heart ached, and his eyes closed as he wrapped himself around Starling. They were the same height, but at this moment he felt like Star was just a child again. "Sono solo felice che tu sia a casa ... anche se le tue parole sono pazzo." He said in a shaky breath, head rocking back and forth softly. "Nessuno è deluso in voi." He whispered.

For the longest time he just clung to his son, tears pouring down his brown marked face. His head ducked down as he rested his forehead on Starling's shoulders, his own body quivering as he held back his sobs. "Finch ... Finch è andato. Non possiamo trovarla da nessuna parte, e ha perso la sua traccia odorosa cercando di rintracciarla. Nessuno l'ha vista. Non l'avete visto o, vero?" There was so much desperation in his voice, a need for Starling to hold the answers. He finally pulled back his head and tried to capture his son's bright blue gaze, one that was so much like his sisters. Bass felt so broken, so torn apart. "E tua madre, lei è stata lontana troppo. Si prega di non ripartire Starling, io ... mi sento come la nostra famiglia sta cadendo a pezzi." Bass' shoulders sagged and his body folded down, his belly flopping down in the mud. He didn't care that he was now pretty much coated in mud. Everything felt broken. Even his pack lands couldn't hold up, and almost everything he cared about was slipping away. "Motif lasciato con Shai e Vail, e Shaye lei andò con loro. Non ha nemmeno tornare a casa." He whispered, his nose dipping further and further towards the ground until it touched the mud. Everything was broken, oh so broken.

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