The basic necessities

*Bass* · 09-18-2014, 10:23 PM

Her touch felt like fire to his seemingly cold body. She told him to rest, to save his strength, causing the boy to shake his head back and forth as her words went on. He wasn't good enough to save, he had been a terrible leader to his pack, and to himself. He had failed not one, but three members of his family. Two had been stolen by death, and the other by her father. What kind of leader was he that he just allowed things like this to happen? How could he just sit back and watch as this storm threatened the rest of his family? "I don't deserve to be saved." He muttered, his vocals sounding nothing like his own. It was broken and hardly a whisper of a man he once was. He seemed like a broken shell -- an empty husk. Where was the strong man that fought to lead his pack to safety? As soon as he had slept, it was the nightmares that terrorized him, that plagued his mind. Before his closed eyes he saw the broken bodies of Abaven, strewn about as the storm raged on. It should have giving him more strength to rise above, but instead he fell harder. Like a bird on the highest perch, he had been shot down from the sky, plummeting back to earth. And yet Bass didn't feel like he was even on the earth any more, he felt below it.

The boy paid little attention to his sister, a strange action in itself. They were the closest of all, and he still did not raise his head to meet her similar hued eyes. How could he meet the gaze of the one who was telling him to save his strength? What did he even have left? He was no Azat, the title was nothing any more. Letting out a muffled whimper he fell towards the cave floor, his stomach thudding on the ground as the wind was almost knocked out of him. "What's happening?" He asked, more to himself than to anyone around him. What happened to the jester, the leader, the warrior? Where was the Bass now?

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