Tapping the Barrel of a Steel Blue .38
09-30-2014, 10:26 PM
As he did the entire time, he felt like he was the only one stuffed in the den with his mother. Rune had reached out, but did not touch him so Amarant felt nothing from his only Uncle. But as Kylar rose and nudged at him a bit, he tensed, curled in closer ready for a fight to stay put, but there was no pulling, there would be no fight. Finally his brother would decide his time was up, and in a desperate attempt to comfort what little soul was left of Amarant, his nose would follow after kylar's and an almost silent voice of his name. To the touch, Amarant started to shake, maybe seeming like more sobbing but really in a form of anger. Just as Alamea had come in to find the mess that had been made, she too would lay little kisses on both the boys. But Amarant, not knowing that his Aunt had entered then den after the other two males had left, he could only think none other than Colten was poking at his skin, and it was coming out. "No!" He would shout just as loudly as he did last, but this time whipping his neck around to connect with Colten. He had noticed that Alamea was the one offering comfort, but it was too late for that now. He wouldn't even look her way as he continued to rage. "You don't deserve to be here!" His eyes could have turned red in how much anger he had inside him, especially when he had never been angry in his life. "I hate you!" His neck would turn back to Maia, and he would bury himself into her again, wanting it to just be him and her again, and for everyone else to just disappear. Walk "Talk" Think |