Awkward
06-09-2013, 07:45 PM
He was still lonely. His parents were dead. One of his brothers had died. Two of his other siblings were missing. It would have been safe to also presume them dead, but he couldn't do that. To assume that they were dead would mean giving up and he didn't wanna give up. It would mean he would be the last one left of his family and he didn't want to be the last one left. He didn't want to be lonely. The boy was thankful this was snow and not rain. He hated water with every fiber of his being. At least the snow didn't try to drown him. So he would never go swimming and god forbid he get stuck in the rain. If it rained the boy would normally cower in a den somewhere and silently wonder if he was going to drown like he almost had a few months ago when the flash flood had surprised them. The thought alone made him shudder. He couldn't stand water. It had to be possessed by some evil water spirit. It was out to get him. It just HAD to be. Paws crunched in the snow as he trotted happily kicking the white powder up as he went. He was alone, it was quiet, and there couldn't be a better way to spend his morning. Other than attempt to eat something. His stomach rumbled and a soft whine left him. He was horrible emaciated, on top of being horribly built as it was. He'd gotten the tiny gene. He was smaller than average for his species and built like a runner. He didn't have thick muscles or a nice build. He was just all legs and had a caved in stomach. Nothing worth admiring over, but his condition was only worsened by lack of proper nutrition. Pitiful really. Hunger was something he'd grown used to. The whine would be his only complaint. A dual colored ear flicked as he heard the sound of something running. Curiosity overwhelmed him and the boy began to run towards the noise. Misjudging it though he didn't see the boy until the last second. A loud gasp escaped his larynx before he swerved, tripped over a log, and them tumbled into a tan and white mess of legs and bones. Dazed for a moment his yellow and orange eyes could see nothing but two of the world as he lay in a heap trying to figure out how to work his limbs. Speech, |