What you got

 As each day went by Vitus got more and more restless. His siblings seemed rather distant to him, and his heart panged at the rejection he felt. At such a young age he couldnt name these emotions, these pains, yet he felt them. The anger that would become a friend in his later years had already been lit, burning solidly in his belly and pushing him further from his home. His siblings, his family, his mother and father...the ones he was made for to protect, it was all falling apart before his eyes before he could even begin to see it whole and proper. It hurt him, every time his mother ventured out in search of his father, but he could not yet understand it. Amalia made the home feel warm at times, still, but he continued to miss his mother. With silent steps he moved through the falling snow, his eyes dead set upon the ground beneath his toes. The red and blue burned with anger, and yet they shone with unshed tears as he practically stomped through the solid white. There was no play for him at this time, no desire to run and raise his body temperature against the unyeilding cold, his fire kept him warm enough.

He didn't look where he walked, though he stared, unseeingly, at the snow as if he could burn it away to expose the grass he had been told of. He didn't notice the odd black skull of the girl several seasons above himself untill it was nearly too late. His paws skidded to a halt before he even blinked, staring at her with shock across his face. Green rimmed red eyes stared with wide eyes at the girl before he took a few respectable steps back and lowered his head in apology. Yet not a sound made it from his lips. Silence was a friend he wished to keep for a while, because it was only in silence that he could work out his flame and think through these emotions he couldn't yet name.


"Burn Baby Burn"