A wish I have

N/A · 05-23-2013, 02:26 PM

(OOC: Blane is his father, and Lavender is his mother)
The boy was an interesting amount and collection of colors. Although there were whites and grays, there was only a bit of brown on his paws and ears, black seemed to be the boy's base color. His name would be called as Leviathan, or Levi to keep it at that. Oh his mother hated when the others called him Levi, she named him and absolutely adored her pick. His nickname came from his father, and maybe that was why she hated the name.

But Levi's Father had made her hate him. All he knew of families, or well between mates, was the abuse his father gave. But because the abuse also led onto him, he didn't want anything on his poor son. Maybe if Levi had been his daughter it would have been different. Well everything Levi's mother took was set out on him, so really every time Lavender received a beating, Levi got one later. Only once did she snap at him and that was the last time Levi saw her beat. The way Blane had felt about the abuse on children made him go crazy and beat her until she couldn't move. So knowing that this may be his only chance, Levi took a run for it.

It wasn't necessarily dark, but it was after noon in the Stone Steppe. The place was already gloomy and dead from the destruction set out across the ruins. Almost like the sky let off an evil sky of blood with the few clouds that made parts of the sky almost pink. The moon was faded by the sun, set between the moving clouds and refused to become anymore solid. Levi already had his plans set out, how he would survive and where he needed to rest. His age was almost nothing to him, a little over a year old and he was taking responsibility already. But did he really want this?

A set of blue swirling over green orbs looked out across the lands, was this really what the world was? The massive destruction of whatever the hell did this? Everything crumbled underneath the small boy's paws. His eyes looked up at the tall structures around him, and he went down with a plop. He didn't want this, he didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to be apart of a monster that destroyed the world. And at such a young age, he understood everything. Well maybe not everything, but his perspective on this land seemed wildly different from any pup his age. He wanted to cry, he wanted to let out a call, but he wasn't so weak in his heart to do so. Instead he laid down in what seemed like ashes looking up into the crimson molted sky.

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