Go on, take your money and run
08-26-2013, 11:05 AM
Things would get better. He told himself this silently as he gnawed delicately on the fish bones, gingerly swallowing the meat that was left on the bones. His eyes were fixated on his small meal, his mind slipping ever so slightly as he ate. What if he ran into his parents again someday? How long it had been since he had even seen his father ... was he really such a bother that they couldn't wait for him to return home for them to leave? Part of him had been convinced they would come back for him -- they had to. And yet he had spent weeks waiting for them, and there'd been no sign from any of his family. Not even a faint scent, brought on the wind, would be gifted to him. He knew he was different, but upon consideration, it made him feel different in a very bad way. Defective, almost? Maybe Ghost hadn't meant to have a boy with only three legs. Maybe it was less than ideal for her to have to care for him still, when his siblings were already hunting well on their own. A soft whine threatened to escape his lips, but he stifled the sound by taking a deep breath in. 'Is there anyone or anyone you'd like to visit first?' First he thought of Kangi... but he hadn't seen her in some time. If she wanted to see him, she would've been here already, right? Slowly, thoughtfully, he shook his head. He would find her someday, but this ... was for the best. He was certain of it. He figured she wouldn't miss him very much, anyway; certainly his family wasn't going to ... "No, I'd like to see our new home if we can?" He writhed on the ground a bit, slowly pushing himself onto all three legs. His tail wagged a bit behind his slender frame, his eagerness to see where they would be staying evident in his eyes. The yearling had no idea how far the trek north was, or the fact that it was colder there than here. |
