The Night we Met // Kold

[Olalla]

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

His jaw clenched sharply as Kold laid a paw on his own, a shutter promised to compromise his composure. There was no pain in his chest and heart, nor grief or sadness. His expression was complex and unrecognizable, but it wasn't grief or sadness now. "There was an illness in Timur, a disease of the mind," Olalla croaked, looking at Kold now; watching, searching for anything. Desperate for a reaction. "A sickness that we could not heal, and when we were forced out of Akilina's parent's village, Akilina died to a rockfall. Leaving me to raise Timur alone."

The brute's brows upturned now, clamping his mouth shut again as a sob crawled up his throat. He exhaled unevenly, shaking his head. "There was a storm one night and our make shift hut collapsed, Timur was unharmed for the most part. We found shelter in an old cave. Olalla drew in a sharp breath, the air around him growing heavy as he continued; body rigid and words sharp. "But that's when he started crying, and crying, and crying-I...I couldn't get him to stop, all I wanted to do was get him to stop." His voice grew quiet in quivers. "I didn't know what he wanted, he was fed and he had a place to sleep- I don't- I don't know..."

"I needed him to stop, that's all I needed him to do." Olalla swallowed down thick spit, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. "I killed him that night, and terrified of what Akilina might think.. I ate his remains in hopes she wouldn't see... I-I didn't mean to. Or maybe I did, I don't know what overcame me." He didn't dare look at Kold now, eyes staring in a slight horror. "When you brought Boy home, I was so scared of what might happen. That's partially why I haven't been that involved with him. I'm scared of myself when I'm around him, and I don't want to hurt him or you."
[member=16195]Kold[/member]

#psychosocial.