Walking on Broken Glass
12-11-2014, 05:11 PM
The russet hued Adravendi-Mathias boy traipsed through his once homeland. It had taken him gods knew how long to get back here, and his hopes of ever finding his family again were dashed. Not that they would want a spineless little boy like him. He was every bit of two years and yet he felt so much like a child. Unable to express himself, fearful, and weary. Skin hung loosely on his sides, a few inches lower than it should due to his lack of muscle and fat. He was a tiny thing, always had been - but now it was impossible to miss. He could scarcely imagine how badly Quintus would dwarf him now. A dry tongue swiped across his lips as he noted the fallen remains of the range's unusual landscaping. The buildings had all fallen in the wake of storms and the range had lost much of it's appeal - except the sentiment, of course. There were no overwhelming stenches of anyone familiar, and so he knew his family had moved on.. without him. Though he didn't get lost nearly as often anymore, he had as a child and it had prevented him from going with them - because he had been lost at the time. They must have assumed he wandered off to stake his own claim, but they were wrong. A russet tail flickered weakly behind him as he glanced around with leaf-green eyes. Where would he go now? What would he do? It had taken every bit of him to get away from his abusers and to get here, what more could he ask of his exhausted being? Ears lay low and pinned against his skull as he rocked onto his haunches uncertainly. There was no use in continuing to wander, especially when there might be unwelcoming souls nearby. At least he knew the range was not claimed, and so he would be safe here until he decided what to do - or someone decided for him. For a moment, just a moment, he craved the decisive mind of someone - anyone else. His tail curled tightly around his hips, tucking between his front paws carefully. He lowered the altitude of his skull for fear of looking too assuming, and glanced in every direction available to him given his seated position. Oh, what had he gotten himself into? “speak,” |
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