Open Water
06-13-2015, 08:10 PM
Night had fallen, and the boy was growing weary. His state of mind was not quite the same it had been before, thoughts swimming in his head as he tried to learn the truth about who his true mother was...but to no avail. It only frustrated him further, making his mind grow eary and exhausting him. He couldn't think of anything else, which in turn, made him not even think about food. He had grown thinner, his ribs showing a bit beneath his pelt and his fur not as lustrous as it had been. He also appeared gaunt, a ghost of his former self until the truth could be resolved.
He remained at the peak of moontouched cliffs, the moons rays casting upon him its glow. He was growing so tired...and before he knew it, the sleep he had been losing the last few nights finally engulfed him. The boys eyes closed and he'd begin to dream.
"Speech"
