Houdini

He laid on his side on a sturdy rock that hung just over one of the bubbling black pits. His gaze was fixed in a deep glare as his head raised to look at the pit  the stink of burning tar having little effect on him after having gotten used to it a while ago. His mind was elsewhere; wondering if anyone in Abaven would find him all the way out there, wondering if they even noticed he was missing. He wondered how long his sisters had been missing before anyone noticed, and then he wondered how long Cloud had been gone before he noticed. His head dropped onto his forelegs with a dull ‘whup’, his burning glare now seething.

Part of him almost wanted the rock to collapse under his weight. In his mind no one cared for him. Cloud didn’t care about him enough to stay, Vali didn’t care that he was surely more qualified to be Primo than Sparrow,  Sparrow didn’t care that unlike her he wanted to be Primo, Pyr didn’t care enough to stay and train him, and Bass…Bass never cared about him in the first place. Of that he was sure. He irritably knocked a stone off the rock with the back of his paw and watched it stick to the surface before slowly beginning to sink. He hated all of them. Hated Abaven. Hated Bass. Even hated Cloud. He hated them…and yet missed them all terribly.

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