Dead by Night...
02-04-2016, 08:01 PM
It wasn't exactly tears that showed Jakart's sorrow as much as it was the drawn out whines released with each sharp breath as he stamped down the urge to completely break down. Tahlia didn't feel as he last remembered her before the rapid decline in health she suffered through with her husbands death. It was a dull touch but he knew there was comfort there as she held him, wrapped her neck around his for a moment before he shifted to try and lick away his mothers tears. Tahlia spoke praise of him simply being her son in whispers that he strained to hear with his permanently pinned ears. He must have looked horrible to her as she looked lovely to him. There were no ache to his wounds but he had seen the split skin and finally began to think that she interpreted was something far more dire with his appearance.
Tahlia repeatedly voiced an apology as she held him and his forelegs tightened in response. He knew this must have been hard seeing him like this after almost three years of being out of one another's lives. "It's ok mom. I forgive you, your place was with dad." The son spoke in a profuse manner as he tried to add to inform her of what had happened since he'd last seen her. "There was a woman," He started as the conversation was abruptly brought to the state of his appearance. "A flood. Saved her but replaced her." As to what was happening to his slumbering body in the present world Jakart had no further information. Drawing away from his mother his mismatched gaze stared into the two complete eyes of Tahlia and spoke with a touch of fright. "I'm drifting now." Jakart hugged his mother again with a with sudden flinch.
In his momentary escape beneath the waves as a branch poked him in the gut, paws drawing closer to his chest reflexively even in the strange limbo like sleep he had fallen under. A few remaining bubbles escaped from his slightly parted muzzle as the tide slowed. The flood was losing momentum on the wide surface of the plains, water now spidering outwards to flow down the ravines and trails that lead out of the decimated territory with its lone victim.
Tahlia repeatedly voiced an apology as she held him and his forelegs tightened in response. He knew this must have been hard seeing him like this after almost three years of being out of one another's lives. "It's ok mom. I forgive you, your place was with dad." The son spoke in a profuse manner as he tried to add to inform her of what had happened since he'd last seen her. "There was a woman," He started as the conversation was abruptly brought to the state of his appearance. "A flood. Saved her but replaced her." As to what was happening to his slumbering body in the present world Jakart had no further information. Drawing away from his mother his mismatched gaze stared into the two complete eyes of Tahlia and spoke with a touch of fright. "I'm drifting now." Jakart hugged his mother again with a with sudden flinch.
In his momentary escape beneath the waves as a branch poked him in the gut, paws drawing closer to his chest reflexively even in the strange limbo like sleep he had fallen under. A few remaining bubbles escaped from his slightly parted muzzle as the tide slowed. The flood was losing momentum on the wide surface of the plains, water now spidering outwards to flow down the ravines and trails that lead out of the decimated territory with its lone victim.