My heart is tied
01-28-2014, 04:46 PM
The storm was finally over, not only those winds, but the ash too. In which Vereux had stayed far away from it in a den until it passed. He was not of age yet, meaning the things at the meeting would not apply to him of creating pairs and training. Even if he wished he could, his mind was also on recovering. His left eye was now gone, and with most of the pain too. The wash seemed to be the best place to find food, and food he did with a rabbit in his jaws. Getting used to his sight didn't seem to be a big problem. But now his mother was back and he wasn't quiet sure how to feel. Let alone about the new children that he had helped get here. The one eyed blue boy lied on his stomach tail flicking back and forth. What should he really think? The boy was concentrating on growing up and trying to become better for the family to protect them. Everything he did revolved around trying to get noticed by his father, and make him proud. Yet most of the time it didn't work. It was probably his own fault, for thinking that the world revolved around himself when he was more little. Speech, |