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I'm Coming Home

Family + Theory



Spirit

Loner

Intermediate Intellectual (55)

Intermediate Healer (50)

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
34
size
Large
build
Light
posts
147
player

Pride - Gay (MLM)The Ooze ParticipantTreat 2019
04-22-2020, 10:22 AM (This post was last modified: 04-22-2020, 10:23 AM by Spirit.)

There was no way of knowing whether or not they'd be welcomed home, but they had to try. Spirit wouldn't blame them for being wary, though he was hopeful they'd believe the truth of where they'd been, and what had happened. Either way, he was nervous - no, scared was a more apt descriptor. The possibility of rejection was a very real one and it left him nearly quivering where he stood, waiting in anticipation.

Gloom showed up first, and from a distance he hardly recognized her. It'd been so long that he worried he wouldn't remember the faces of his siblings, but as she drew closer he decided he couldn't have mistaken her. His mouth opened, but no words came out as she moved to bury her face into Eulogy's fur. He'd managed to hold back the tears so far, wanting to be strong for his mother, but suddenly they began to spill over, though Spirit was silent as ever. "G-gloom..." He started, though no other words followed, for Gloom wasn't the only one to answer his cry. Void came next, and then Theory, and finally Desolate.

Void didn't express the same emotions as Gloom, but he had come, and he leaned into their mother - which was enough for Spirit. He tried to smile, but in forcing the expression he found himself letting out a choked sob. Theory coming to touch his forehead didn't help, and he felt the tears coming on more strongly now. "I'm s-so sorry," he started, his voice nearly pleading as he gazed at Theory, who looked so much older than he remembered. Spirit was even more struck by how old his siblings looked; they were fully grown wolves now, no longer children, and though he too had grown he felt remarkably small compared to them. Living on their own had been far from easy and signs of their difficulties were etched into his very features; he was thin and almost gaunt, a far cry from his siblings. "W-we never m-meant to..."

Another choked sob cut off his words when he noticed Desolate wasn't even looking at them, though he was here, which was a start. Luckily Eulogy began to speak, explaining what had happened much more easily than he was able to. It was hard to listen to the pain in her voice, and he found his own gaze shifting downward. The grasses were greener here than he remembered, and he watched as an insect scurried beneath his paws and away from them, his gaze locking on to it and focusing. Drifting away with his thoughts was far easier than being present, especially when he felt the words slipping away from him.