A Knight's lil Flutter
08-03-2013, 04:31 PM
Knight listened attentively to the young girl in front of him. Eyes searching her over, ears catching every word the young one said. A smile pulled up the corner of his lips, but just a small one. The pollen he barely noticed just now, covering her nose. He listened to her eager questions, so she had lost her family? And was found by a stranger who took her in? That was strange...at least, he thought so. He remembered his father, He had died when Knight turned 2, ravaged by a sickness that had been deteriorating him from within. A cancer that was incurable. Knight's eyes blinked shut for a second, shaking away the memory. Returning his attention to the girl, he opened his mouth to answer the questions she shot at him, wanting to know what it was like to be in a pack. He wasn't sure how he would answer...then again, there was his fathers pack. They were a close knit family, and had wanted Knight to stay. But he couldn't stay somewhere where his memories of his closest friend to haunt him. His Father meant a lot, and he just couldn't stay after his passing. As soon as he was about to speak, he stood with mouth open when the words "I like how you look.." reached his ears. He stood shocked, did she know he felt uncomfortable about his appearance? He blinked a few times in rapid succession, mouth suddenly lost for words. When he recovered from his brief shutdown of words, and finally responded. "Erm...Well, it's nice I suppose. When you find a good one...I've seen some nasty packs, ones that will turn on their own or treat their own as slaves. But my old pack...wanted me to stay with them. But I couldn't...So I left, never to return. Maybe one day though...if I don't find anything for me here, then I may leave across the oceans once more, and see if they will still take me back. There's a certain...belonging feeling, being able to sleep with others in a den, hunting together, working together, taking care of each other. In a sense, it's something you don't find as a loner or a rogue. In a way...I kinda miss it." He glanced down, thinking about how the pair were similar. They both lost family...his, Father had died. He didn't know anything about his Mother, and his siblings had remained behind. Or...at least as far as he knew, they were his real siblings. Little did he know that the one who found him was NOT his real father, that his real mother had died along with the rest of his litter. He was too young at the time, still blind and deaf when his "Father" had found him, and nobody had told him that he wasn't his real child. But they treated him as if he were one of their own. He sighed, the memories of leaving behind his family to come here...he left because it was too painful to stay. To lose the one that raised him and was always there for him, it hurt. Normal, Think, Speech, You, |
Current time: 11-22-2024, 06:58 AM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
