03-10-2021, 02:26 PM
my thoughts were so loud i couldn't hear my mouth
Stepping onto the watery tracks brought an odd sensation to his body, paws twitching as they got used to the feeling of the waves pushing gently back and forth. He had gone swimming before, knew how to do it, but the water had never been something he found himself residing in. The mud, shallow lakes had been his only chosen home for a long time. When his body burned, threatened all that got close to it. When his teeth growled and words grunted, his mind cluttered and overwhelmed and lost. His body had been its own personal campfire, just a few steps away from becoming a wild one if not careful. The water had been the only thing to put it out, at least for a little while. But it burned, and ached, and he knew it was not his home, not what his body had been made for.
It has been a while since he's been a burning flame, however. The power was still not controlled, still burned inside of him, but he kept it there. Kept it silent. He would rather it not show itself at all, rather than try to figure it out. Once before, in another life, he had mastered it. He had great control over when he used it and how much he wanted to use. But it had not been in his own choice. And that life had been long over now. At times even forgotten. The pieces came and went. And the one thing that had been left, pushed him to be better, what had kept him company, was gone. He had no one, no real ties to anything anymore.
At first the boy had thought he could take care of the home himself, keep its spirit alive. He thought that may be the right thing to do, what his father would want him to do. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't look outside, couldn't get out of bed, and most certainly couldn't do what it took to walk around that empty home. And thus, after a few days, after an internal fight, he ultimately decides he can't be there at all. The swamp, the musty air, the muddy waters that he had once relied on. He needed something different. Something unlike he'd ever been to. He'd considered simply wandering about like he once had, making those temporary friends, delivering things for others as they requested. The idea still sat in his head, not a horrible one if this ultimately wouldn't work out. But he thinks, maybe, he could try this. At least for a little while. He had nothing to lose except time, and even that had very little meaning in his mind. The waters were clear, air was fresh, and the archipelago was safe. That tigress there had helped freed him once before.
Maybe he could find some comfort in it.
And with his leather bag at his side, the boy would step up to the gate, hesitating at the sight of the decapitated head, and the snakes sitting in a bucket. But he was no stranger to the brutality to any of this. He'd walked the three miles, and it seemed a waste to turn back now. There was some compassion in the pirates, he knew this much. Otherwise they wouldn't have done the things they had, otherwise his father wouldn't have placed so much faith in them. The coati's paw reaches upwards slowly, a slight tremble in the movement, and pushes the bell gently. It rang as it would, ceasing quite quickly from his brief motion. And he would lower his head slightly, rounded ears pricked forward. His orange glowing eyes watch carefully. "Hello," he calls lightly. "Um, I'm R-Roy. Could I...join?"
It has been a while since he's been a burning flame, however. The power was still not controlled, still burned inside of him, but he kept it there. Kept it silent. He would rather it not show itself at all, rather than try to figure it out. Once before, in another life, he had mastered it. He had great control over when he used it and how much he wanted to use. But it had not been in his own choice. And that life had been long over now. At times even forgotten. The pieces came and went. And the one thing that had been left, pushed him to be better, what had kept him company, was gone. He had no one, no real ties to anything anymore.
At first the boy had thought he could take care of the home himself, keep its spirit alive. He thought that may be the right thing to do, what his father would want him to do. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't look outside, couldn't get out of bed, and most certainly couldn't do what it took to walk around that empty home. And thus, after a few days, after an internal fight, he ultimately decides he can't be there at all. The swamp, the musty air, the muddy waters that he had once relied on. He needed something different. Something unlike he'd ever been to. He'd considered simply wandering about like he once had, making those temporary friends, delivering things for others as they requested. The idea still sat in his head, not a horrible one if this ultimately wouldn't work out. But he thinks, maybe, he could try this. At least for a little while. He had nothing to lose except time, and even that had very little meaning in his mind. The waters were clear, air was fresh, and the archipelago was safe. That tigress there had helped freed him once before.
Maybe he could find some comfort in it.
And with his leather bag at his side, the boy would step up to the gate, hesitating at the sight of the decapitated head, and the snakes sitting in a bucket. But he was no stranger to the brutality to any of this. He'd walked the three miles, and it seemed a waste to turn back now. There was some compassion in the pirates, he knew this much. Otherwise they wouldn't have done the things they had, otherwise his father wouldn't have placed so much faith in them. The coati's paw reaches upwards slowly, a slight tremble in the movement, and pushes the bell gently. It rang as it would, ceasing quite quickly from his brief motion. And he would lower his head slightly, rounded ears pricked forward. His orange glowing eyes watch carefully. "Hello," he calls lightly. "Um, I'm R-Roy. Could I...join?"