the climb

*Kyarst* · 02-19-2014, 09:42 PM

Claws clung to the tree as if his life depended on it, and truly it did. Paw pads morphed to accept the rough and sturdy bark, spreading his weight evenly so that even if a wind ripped through the area it would not dishevel him. His lungs burned with the effort of climbing onto the branch, but it wasn't anything he couldn't cope with. He'd grown used to daily tasks affecting his lungs ever since the ash had fallen. At least he didn't fall over breathless anymore - that had been embarrassing. A voice would call his attention, and quickly he would halt his ascent and crane his neck down toward the man. Emerald eyes met emerald, and for a moment he swore it was his own mother, but he would have been wrong. The man called him little black bird, and seemed pleased with his success in climbing the tree. The boy would snort and offer a quip in response. I'm no bird, I am a Prince. Granted, he wasn't technically a prince, but he doubted this man would know the difference. What he was was the son of a king, and that was almost the same thing, right? Who are you? A new member? He was used to seeing strange faces, though none of them had been so similar to his mother in appearance. This one was almost spooky. For a moment he longed for Kuvio, or his mother or father. Why, he had no clue. Perhaps he simply didn't want to be alone in this adventure, though perhaps this man would serve as the company he sought. Could he be that lucky?

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the climb

Kyarst