Colors of the Wind
05-13-2016, 10:33 AM
The yearling was bored, very bored. Enigma had gone out to find more food, and with the coming of winter it would be needed. 'Scuro hung around the den most of the time, never really going too far on account of his blindness. Laying his head on his paws, he let the remnants of the sun warm him up before it got cold. It was then that he turned his gaze up, sight less eyes searching for where the sun lay hidden from him. He remembered the day he had asked his mother about it, why it hid from but let his brother see it. It was that day that his mother had discovered that he couldn't see. But even with that, she abandoned him after his father was killed. His other siblings were missing, but enigma had stayed for some reason. Sighing, he continued to search for the sun, the male wondering what it might look like. Maybe someday, if a miracle happened, he could see. But that was nothing but a dream. |
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