Oh, Lonesome Me
02-12-2017, 07:55 PM
Things had been rough since his parents had been killed. The independent boy had really withdrawn into a shell. He found it hard to sleep in a different den and had been sleeping in the den he was born into. He had stayed clear of everyone else and really wasn't sure how to handle the bottled up storm of emotions. He had seen everything happen, smelled all the blood, and was even traumatized by the whole ordeal. He hadn't been able to each much and was going through the 'ugly duckling' stage of his puppy growth. Shedding out his winter puppy coat and the lack of attention left his fur looking clumpy and somewhat matted. He was also looking rather skinny, He was refusing to be around others and he couldn't explain why he didn't want to be around others. He couldn't even feel comfortable around his sisters. He had been growing more and more distant and was even growing bold enough to leave Fiori borders by himself. No matter what his siblings tried he just didn't know how to act and how to feel anymore. Today was one of those days, he was disappearing from his siblings so they wouldn't pester him into doing anything. He made a silent retreat out of Fiori's borders and took a quick walk past the borders of the south. This led the boy into a territory called the weeping woods. He found a nice large willow tree and collapsed down to the ground and curled up. |
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