ardent

Mama, I failed... [fam]



Vitus

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
78
player
12-19-2014, 12:30 PM
The pain nearly left him dizzy as he walked through the snow ladden forest, his eyes unfocusing with nearly each blink...or rather, was that tears? He wasn't sure anymore, all he knew was that he wished to go home and sleep in silence. Away from his family and his siblings prying eyes. And yet, all he wanted to feel was his mothers warmth as she soothed away his pain and his sadness. That was a secret desire, something he wouldn't voice to the world, but Vitus was still a child, and every child needed the comfort of their parents. He took one fragile step after another, nearly hissing at the pain the blossomed along his shoulder. A simple bruise, and yet it stunted his movement? If one thing was certain, he would have to get accustomed to handling pain a lot better than he did.

He stopped suddenly, red rimmed eyes snapping up as he blinked throuh the emotion that stung along his tear ducts, ears twisting forward as the scent of another rushed to him. It was family, or a very close member of pack, that much was certain. He recognized but couldn't quite put a name to the scent just yet. Lowering his head he stared through the dim light of the forest, his progress towards his den entirely halted. He almost hoped the wolf would keep going, miss the scent of blood on the air and miss the child completely. He didn't want to be seen like this, to be remembered as the failure he was. But she came anyway, and when he saw the girl who's fur he seemed to mirror, he couldn't help his curiousity. Bright eyes lifted to her face, and he recognized her scent immediately. An aunt, wasn't it. So far he hadn't concerned himself with his familial connections, aside from his parents and his siblings, but it seemed he would have too. His eyes, though bright, stared up at her with a weakness that hadn't ever been seen in the stunning green and red. He lowered his head then and shook it just slightly, not answering her question as he gritted his teeth. He couldn't answer her, but not speaking is what got him into this mess, wasn't it?

His jaw suddenly jerked up, his eyes staring through the forest as his mother's scent joined the others in his senses. Mom. Athena. It was like his prayers have been answered and he had been cursed all at once. He both longed to step towards her and to run in the other direction. But the throbbing of his pain kept him rooted...or was it hope she would fix it? When she came into his view he whined, the sound pitched in his throat, nearly silent from lack of use. It was his first sound, even as a child he didn't cry, didn't growl. Even in the fight all his snarls had remained a thought and a silent roll of his lips. She was upon him the instant she arrived, her tongue lapping at the stubborn blood on his face that he hadn't had the energy to remove. He felt his throat tighten, his lungs constrict at her love and care, at her warmth. And it all came falling down. Every ounce of his strength crashed as the emotion, as the feeling he couldn't name swallowed him up. The desire for his mothers love, his deep sadness that he had no power to wipe hers away, the neglect he believed he felt and the agony of losing the battle. His eyes stung so overwhelmingly before the tears fell in silent paths down his cheeks, and he moved to press himself against his mother. Still, the whine was the only sound he had made, even as he cried all the pent up feelings into the cold winter air and his mothers fur (if she let him press against her, that was.) 

"Burn Baby Burn"

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