ends of the earth

Oxide managed to pull tears easily from her liquid blue eyes, his grin remained a playful hint on his features. The boy couldn’t have cared less about why Nysa had left her second child. Ox might have just because of her size, but it was hard to tell with Nysa. She wasn’t right in the head, Ox had come to that conclusion before he’d been six months old. Really Riva had probably had a much better upbringing than the rust marked boy. Those words would never fall from his lips though, he felt better about himself knowing how much his words effected his sister.

No, she wasn’t his sister. She might have been in name but Ox didn’t have any siblings. Nysa hadn’t wanted her, Oxide certainly didn’t want her. Too much like their mother. He remained quiet as she sobbed softly, he made no motion to offer his affection or support. He watched her with cold indifference, even as she seemed to catch her wits and find her paws. Thankfully she cleaned herself up enough to speak with him clearly.

She thanked him, thanked him twice as she looked at him again. She didn’t seem heavily phased by his earlier words, there was no malice or blame in her eyes. Good, the bridge wasn’t totally burned. She had the scent of a pack on her, one day he might be able to use it. He grinned as he answered her.

”My pleasure.” He offered with a bit too much glee. ”So how did you survive?” ”Shouldn’t you be dead?” He didn’t say, but maybe his features alluded to it. He wasn’t particularly interested in her life story, but if she’d been abandoned at such a young age how was she still around now?