a shot in the dark

*Kyarst* · (This post was last modified: 03-28-2015, 07:18 PM by Kyarst.)

[M] for language.

He knew he could never begin to imagine the horror of losing one's parents so early on in life. He felt sorry, not for these children in particular - because they didn't deserve to be pitied - but for the fact that they were missing out on knowing their parents. Drashiel and Roman, despite their flaws, must have been remarkable parental figures, and he couldn't imagine the pain that had been inflicted on these children upon losing them. Still, he felt a frustration growing in his figure because he felt as if he were talking to three brick walls. He gritted his teeth as they all seemed more than willing to cast aside the only splinter of their family that had given enough of a damn to come and find them personally. His eyes shot to Lysis as she told them off in the best way she knew how, and he was in awe of how well she'd managed to keep herself together. He was smart enough to know he ought to keep quiet just now. That is, until the one called Sirius made a statement that rubbed him the wrong way. "Fuck it," he growled, but Sirius was long gone before he dared let the words loose from his lips. Lysis alone remained, as the brat children had already taken their leave of them. "Little shits," he grumbled under his breath, rising to his paws in an instant. He felt lightheaded as frustration ebbed through his veins. He trailed after Lysis, not having known she'd even left his side. He picked up his pace, limbs taking up an unusually curt trot. "Let's go somewhere, I don't give a damn where." Just anywhere but here. She was perhaps the only one he could keep from dismembering at this particular moment, and that made her suitable enough company.

"Kyarst talks,"

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