Stepping Into Life Again
11-12-2014, 07:49 PM
Ugh. Walking was torture, even when you spent days trudging through thick snowbanks and climbing steep mountains with your little sister -- especially with a broken heart. His sister... she was gone, left in the far northern lands they had left days ago. The whole journey, the boy had only stood in a sad mope, walking in big strides so he didn't have to be left behind and feel important. Ebony ears drooped against his dark skull, jaded eyes fixated only on the floor, watching as it changed, as they traveled across lands. His white tail that was always waggling wasn't. Every step was painful, as it took him farther and farther away from everything he had loved. Multiple times, his father had given him encouraging looks, along with his brother, but they flew right over Raziel's head. His words had fallen upon deaf ears. Finally, the boy muttered. It didn't seem like Sarak had heard him, they just pressed on. The scents of others were getting louder and more condensed as they neared a cluster of willows. As soon as the smells licked his nostrils, he gave a huff and stopped, standing in place, eyebrows furrowed as he reclined, haunches folding, and tail curling around paws sloppily. Jaded gems stared into a small puddle that he had stopped before, his paws submerged in it slightly, pressing into the mud. |