--MOONS OF JUPITER--
06-10-2013, 10:08 PM
Whatever was going on, he didn't like it. His world, previously so safe and secure, was changing, pushing him away, shoving him out, abandoning him. She was gone. Her comforting presence had vanished almost as soon as their world had begun trying to get rid of them. The warmth that he had taken for granting was fading as he felt himself being pushed further and further away from the place that he had assumed he would never leave. If he could have figured out how to, he would have shoved himself back into his home, and taken her with him. They would had stayed there, comfortable and safe, forever.
But the world did not work that way. Change was inevitable, and this change, extreme as it was, was a part of life. So he found himself expelled, pushed into the cold air of a new world. Startled and shocked, a loud cry escaped him, screeching his upset to the warmth that he felt not too far away from him. He didn't like it! This needed to be fixed!
The world shifted once more as he felt something touching him, an entirely unfamiliar sensation, and not one that he particularly enjoyed. Whatever it was, he just wanted it to stop until he had eaten. He was hungry, and he didn't enjoy it. These foreign sensations were all so confusing, but he noted blindly as he curled against the source of food that washed into his mouth that there were others out here. But he couldn't bring himself to investigate any further; as the warmth began to fill his stomach, he found his head drooping onto his paws and sleep claiming him.
Everything could wait. It could wait until later, until he had slept.
But the world did not work that way. Change was inevitable, and this change, extreme as it was, was a part of life. So he found himself expelled, pushed into the cold air of a new world. Startled and shocked, a loud cry escaped him, screeching his upset to the warmth that he felt not too far away from him. He didn't like it! This needed to be fixed!
The world shifted once more as he felt something touching him, an entirely unfamiliar sensation, and not one that he particularly enjoyed. Whatever it was, he just wanted it to stop until he had eaten. He was hungry, and he didn't enjoy it. These foreign sensations were all so confusing, but he noted blindly as he curled against the source of food that washed into his mouth that there were others out here. But he couldn't bring himself to investigate any further; as the warmth began to fill his stomach, he found his head drooping onto his paws and sleep claiming him.
Everything could wait. It could wait until later, until he had slept.