Where are you gonna go when I'm gone?
08-26-2013, 01:35 PM
Purple gaze remained locked on the woman as he slunk closer, ever so slightly. He was not particularly in the mood to interact with others, especially a female. His mind was muddled today, distracted by unpleasant thoughts. He had seen his mother only days before, and she had been very visibly pregnant. At the mere thought, his lip curled upward in a snarl, but no sound left his lips. These children were unwanted as siblings to him -- his father had impregnated his mother one last time, only to fail their family and lose, sacrificing his life. And his mother... she hadn't even been around for months, and to now reappear as though nothing had happened at all? He felt torn between relief and hate, and he found it difficult to settle on any one particular emotion. Instead dozens of feelings welled up inside his chest until he could no longer bear them, and a dull numbness took over. But right now... something like rage boiled over as he watched this foreign woman. 'Careful now baby.' Lids narrowed over his strange purple gaze, watching her warily. "Why should I be careful? Do she bite?" Perhaps he was simply asking for a fight, but his voice was only vaguely sarcastic, instead mostly emotionless; save for the snarl that lingered on his lips. The yearling had experienced more loss than a yearling ever should, and he was fearless, even as he looked straight into the mouth of danger herself. She seemed poised, ready to attack -- waiting for him to either fight or flee. But he rarely did either. Instead he slunk that much closer, tail flicking idly behind his large frame. The boy was forever doomed to be stuck between worlds, between minds; and right now, between safety and obvious danger. |