SINGUR — DEATH

[coldblue]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Coldblue is late. He is always late. Too late. Why is he always late?

The first thing the boy hears is his sister's cries. There is not much that Blue pays attention outside of his personal interests, but Goldenluxury is perhaps the only thing on the planet more important to him than himself. So much so that he felt that something was wrong before the screams. It felt like indigestion at first, so the youth chose to ignore his gut. A mistake. Perhaps if he listened to his intuition, he would have returned home sooner, and maybe he would have been able to prevent anything terrible from happening. But he couldn't. Because Coldblue is late.

So now the beautiful young creature is forced to sprint through the sand, stumbling in the holes in the sand created by those who arrived before him. Blue began running the moment he heard Goldie, immediately dropping his current artwork and forgetting it in his haste to run to his sister's side. His heart thunders, chest aching from the exertion. "Move!" he bellows at an unassuming feline who made the mistake of walking into his path. In a split-second decision, the young Roux leaps over the other creature in a stunning display of grace and athleticism. Coldblue can hear his sister's voice growing louder and louder, and he nearly slams into Caeser's retreating figure as the overwhelming stench of copper and iron permeating the air spurns him to move faster and faster. Blue swears that he hears his father's name murmured between the group of onlookers blocking his path to Goldie, but he does his best to ignore the growing suspicions. He doesn't even want to consider the possibility. It shouldn't--can't--be possible! "Goldie? Goldie where--"

As the bodies part around him, the situation becomes all too clear. He skids to a halt, kicking up sand as he pants out of more than just physical fatigue. Glacial blue eyes stare numbly at the body of his father lying on the beach. The boy feels paralyzed by the shock of it all, and yet he feels his body moving closer and closer to his sister. "Is he..? He can't, right..?" Coldblue is not aware of what he is saying, the words spilling from his lips while he seeks the comfort of his sibling, pressing up against her side and tucking his head underneath her chin as he stares with wide-eyes at the body of their father. In his heart, he knows it's true, but Blue does not want to admit it to himself. He doesn't want this to be real. Pincher never really was close to Blue, though the boy supposes that is mainly his fault, not his father's. But that does not mean that the boy does not care. Pinch is--was--his father, whether he was a good one or not is a matter of opinion. "How..How did..." he stammers. "Why did he..." Why is my father dead? That's what he wants to ask, but he can't. Blue pretends to be a lot older than he actually is, but at the end of the day, he is just a kid, and no kid should have to see their parents die like this. He doesn't cry, but it's clear how much he wants to.