It's Not My Time
04-06-2013, 01:00 PM
The depressed lad needed to get away from everything. The pain that burned within him was worse than usual today, making him push others away, making him take off so he could be alone. Even though he had aged a year nothing had changed within him, hell, if anything it had gotten worse. Depression enveloped him on a daily basis, thoughts of suicide clouded his judgement. Scars littered his legs where he had attempted to cut himself and bleed out. Crimson fur covered the battle marks, so unless someone had seen his actions, no one would know how emotionally damaged he truly was. Adette was never around, she had been pretty absent lately. Gerhardt was busy with Maverick and the pack, and Kamala, who knows where she's been. Besides them he didn't know another soul in the world, but that was fine. He had no desire to become attached to anyone. One thing his mother and fathers death had taught him was even the ones you love most will be violently ripped away without warning. Why do it again? Why connect to another soul, just to have them taken away once things got good? The boy breathed heavily, heart pounding, rib cadge rising and falling at an excelled rate. Harmful thoughts clouded his mind, conscious screaming to end it all. That's when he blacked out, mind raging, legs moving him faster than usual. Everything was black, yet his body and mind surged forward.
Somehow he had ended up here, in some mysterious place on a mountain. He found himself plastered against a tree, body leaning against mother earth in an attempt to keep him steady. How he got here he didn't know. With a heavy sigh he tore himself away from the bark, taking a few wobbly steps toward a ledge. But he just wasn't feeling it. He plopped back down, rump hitting the ground forcefully. He looked around, wondering if he was alone... but then he heard it. "Go the fuck away!" His ears perked forward, senses working to figure out what it was. By the scent it was another wolf, a female, from Tortuga. His nose crinkled from her perfume, he knew Tortuga wasn't a good pack to be around. But, he was curious. Who was she yelling at? He drove himself forward, paws settling against the earth as he lifted himself up and heading toward the direction her voice came from. It didn't take but a few seconds for him to reach her. When she came into view he stopped, putting the breaks on his hasty paws. He said nothing, just stood there and stared at her, waiting for her to notice him.
Somehow he had ended up here, in some mysterious place on a mountain. He found himself plastered against a tree, body leaning against mother earth in an attempt to keep him steady. How he got here he didn't know. With a heavy sigh he tore himself away from the bark, taking a few wobbly steps toward a ledge. But he just wasn't feeling it. He plopped back down, rump hitting the ground forcefully. He looked around, wondering if he was alone... but then he heard it. "Go the fuck away!" His ears perked forward, senses working to figure out what it was. By the scent it was another wolf, a female, from Tortuga. His nose crinkled from her perfume, he knew Tortuga wasn't a good pack to be around. But, he was curious. Who was she yelling at? He drove himself forward, paws settling against the earth as he lifted himself up and heading toward the direction her voice came from. It didn't take but a few seconds for him to reach her. When she came into view he stopped, putting the breaks on his hasty paws. He said nothing, just stood there and stared at her, waiting for her to notice him.