Here comes the sun
11-29-2021, 08:43 PM
Though the world, for most wolves, was beginning to return to the way it had been before, Mac had never seen it. He was born during the endless night, and had grown accustomed to it as a result. He believed the world had always been dark and covered in glosing mushrooms and crystals, and to be told it hadn’t always been like that was difficult to comprehend. Truthfully, the young child couldn’t wrap his mind around anything but a moonlit, nebulous expanse with ooze-dripping wolves abound. But that wasn’t the right world, the good world, as he was soon to find out.
The speckled child had drifted off, nestled snugly with his littermates. He was deep in slumber until a sharp light pierced the den, making him squint instinctively. With a soft groan, the boy stirred, his grey orbs watering as they peeled open. It was so bright - what was going on? When it wasn’t a faint bioluminescent glow like he had been used to, the child’s heart thrummed in his chest as he barely made out his mother’s figure watching the bright light cast itself in the now red and orange sky. It was merely the sunrise, but to the boy, it looked like the end of the world. Still, his mother didn’t seem panicked at all. What was it, then?
Still squinting, the boy gently toddled to Recluse’s side, forcing himself to blink in order to take in the scene. He looked up at his mother and could swear one of the crystals on her body was beginning to loosen ever so slightly. Was he dreaming? Was she losing her powers? He believed those who were oozing or had growths had some powers, so them beginning to slough off was concerning. A concerned knit of his brow and a frown appeared on his face as he saw the strange scene unfold, and for once in his little lifetime, he was anxious.
"Mom? What’s going on?" He asked, pressing against her for some semblance of comfort. This was odd. It was supposed to be dark and glowy, right? "Why’s it so bright?"
The speckled child had drifted off, nestled snugly with his littermates. He was deep in slumber until a sharp light pierced the den, making him squint instinctively. With a soft groan, the boy stirred, his grey orbs watering as they peeled open. It was so bright - what was going on? When it wasn’t a faint bioluminescent glow like he had been used to, the child’s heart thrummed in his chest as he barely made out his mother’s figure watching the bright light cast itself in the now red and orange sky. It was merely the sunrise, but to the boy, it looked like the end of the world. Still, his mother didn’t seem panicked at all. What was it, then?
Still squinting, the boy gently toddled to Recluse’s side, forcing himself to blink in order to take in the scene. He looked up at his mother and could swear one of the crystals on her body was beginning to loosen ever so slightly. Was he dreaming? Was she losing her powers? He believed those who were oozing or had growths had some powers, so them beginning to slough off was concerning. A concerned knit of his brow and a frown appeared on his face as he saw the strange scene unfold, and for once in his little lifetime, he was anxious.
"Mom? What’s going on?" He asked, pressing against her for some semblance of comfort. This was odd. It was supposed to be dark and glowy, right? "Why’s it so bright?"
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill
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