A little walk away [Lian]

Vitus continued his speed, though he had yet to know where he was going. All he knew was he had to flee this anger, this dark feeling he couldn't name. Rejection, the first blossoms of hate? Or perhaps he just couldn't handle his mother's sadness. His siblings must be feeling it too, he subconciously reckoned. That was why they felt so distant to him....right? With a huff he continued to move, only beginning to notice the burning in his lungs from the pace he had adopted. But he had to move, had to keep going, to find a place that wasn't so dark. He had no idea why he felt this way, nor could he name any of the emotions he felt, he was far too young and far to inexperienced to understand. Yet he still felt them, and he did as any child would in his position: he ran. He fled.

The panting breath shocked him from his thoughts, wide eyes turning towards the pup as he nearly stumbled. Catching himself quickly he shook his head, faltering in his pace before finally stopping and shaking his head. It was when he heard the stranger's voice that he realized where he was, how far he had gone from the den, and how he was running...running away. But not forever, right? His siblings, his parents...mother, they needed him. He was made to be their shadowed knight, to be their silent protector...as cliche as that was. With a curled lip he turned towards the child, the stranger that seemed close to his age. A part of him was grateful to the stranger for the interruption, if he hadn't Vitus could have ended up territories away before he finally collapsed from exhaustion and would be lost, unable to find his way home. But another part of him was angry, was mad, his fire flared and he couldn't name why he was so angry. He just felt it burn deep in him, his sparks shining in his green rimmed red eyes. A snort of air puffed from his nose, misting in the air as he continued to stare at the stranger. But he didn't speak, not a word pulled from him. He merely stared.


"Burn Baby Burn"