ma?

 He had spent a rather good amount of time away from home. Perhaps it was his nerves acting up yet again, or perhaps he just felt like he wasn’t doing his family any good being at the level he was. He was rather mature for his age, it seemed, and with it came the stress of emotions and the desire to do his family well. What he had done while he stayed so distant from his brothers and his parents, he wasn’t necessarily so sure. He had attempted to do some training, or at least the best he could do without really knowing what he could do to train exactly. He had run, a lot, and done a lot of strength training (at least, that’s what he assumed he was doing). It was to the point where his legs were tight with muscles and his chest was filling out. At his youthful age he held a sense of strength, a strength he hadn’t had before he created such a distance between him and his family.


He knew what he was doing was wrong, he knew his family needed him but he just could not be useful to them without his strength, and perhaps he was just embarrassed. With a gentle sigh, and a huff, he moved towards his home with his head bowed low. He hoped they would welcome him home, they would bring him into their arms with a happy smile. He approached the den and moved to clear his throat, a sound that was harsh to his ears as it came from him. Silence had gotten him into this little mess he made, and he would have to change that. "Ma?" He called so quietly, his voice foreign from lack of any use. She probably wouldn’t recognize his tones, but his scent was strong. "’m sorry…" He whimpered, hoping they would come to him, that they would welcome him home.

"Burn Baby Burn"