07-24-2018, 07:45 PM
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It all dissipated around him like a dream once more the moment his paws hit the sand and he heard Gabriel's soon follow suite. Everything shattered around him, the darkness returning once more, and for the first time since that night... he felt like a child again. He felt lost, and hopeless, and terrified... a soft whimper left his throat as he realized that he had left without his skull, that he was bare and alone in a world that wanted to kill him, and upon instinct he tried to make himself bigger, to try and scare both the visions and the voices and the people now crowding around him away.
He didn't want any of them. He wanted to go back home.
But where was home? Home wasn't here, home wasn't the cold and empty room he had gotten to himself, full of nothing but the still-present scent of "newness." He had nothing there to mark his presence, nothing that could have even pointed at the child save for the one prized possession he held. Once that was gone, it was as new a room as any, and he could not call it home. Home was a feeling. Home were the faces telling him to exist, the whispers in the shadows that told of something more, the symbols that were carved into his flesh and bones that thrummed with a rhythm unlike the one beneath his paws.
This wasn't home. This was only a sorry attempt at a replica, and Myliu felt lost.
It seemed like everyone still forgot that the child knew nothing they were saying, even though he was slowly starting to pick up on words and questions and how to differentiate statements from inquiries. Nothing what they said, however, had any familiar words that could have helped guide him, that could have made him understand that what they were doing was trying to help.
Suite's words, as a result, as motherly as they were attempting to be and make light of the situation, did nothing but ensue a deep, bone-aching panic in a child still shaken by something he did not understand more than any language that could have been spoken to him. He understood that he hurt, and that water was suddenly sliding off of his fur in a way that was unnatural from a simple wave of Suite's paw... and neither of them comforted him.
The silence returned, heart thrumming desperately inside of his chest as it screamed for him to live, live, live and not let her kill him... and the water droplets that had returned to the ground and were about to make their way back to the starpool rose right back up without a second's delay, sharpened into what resembled tiny shards of hail, and were thrown right back in her direction with a snarl. They would hardly hurt, as the child was both drained of power and energy to be a real threat at the moment, and the voices that had guided him before were silent.
He was tired, and he didn't want to be eaten. That was all.
And then the sounds of the night returned, along with Gabe's voice, something calm and soothing that allowed Myliu to ground himself more. Subconsciously, as if drawn to a magnet, he turned towards the hybrid, soft, uncertain noises leaving his throat before he finally moved forward and laid down at his feet, gnawing at his own leg and peering up from underneath Gabriel's shadow at all the faces before him, specifically at Suite, terrified and anxious.
"Help?" this time it wasn't a whisper, it was something solid and with weight, Gabriel's voice asking him if he needed anything. If he was okay. He wasn't, although physically everything was alright, and despite knowing this he still released a low whine and nodded, returning to chewing at his own paw after murmuring a low, defeated, and wholly desperate 'help.'
It all dissipated around him like a dream once more the moment his paws hit the sand and he heard Gabriel's soon follow suite. Everything shattered around him, the darkness returning once more, and for the first time since that night... he felt like a child again. He felt lost, and hopeless, and terrified... a soft whimper left his throat as he realized that he had left without his skull, that he was bare and alone in a world that wanted to kill him, and upon instinct he tried to make himself bigger, to try and scare both the visions and the voices and the people now crowding around him away.
He didn't want any of them. He wanted to go back home.
But where was home? Home wasn't here, home wasn't the cold and empty room he had gotten to himself, full of nothing but the still-present scent of "newness." He had nothing there to mark his presence, nothing that could have even pointed at the child save for the one prized possession he held. Once that was gone, it was as new a room as any, and he could not call it home. Home was a feeling. Home were the faces telling him to exist, the whispers in the shadows that told of something more, the symbols that were carved into his flesh and bones that thrummed with a rhythm unlike the one beneath his paws.
This wasn't home. This was only a sorry attempt at a replica, and Myliu felt lost.
It seemed like everyone still forgot that the child knew nothing they were saying, even though he was slowly starting to pick up on words and questions and how to differentiate statements from inquiries. Nothing what they said, however, had any familiar words that could have helped guide him, that could have made him understand that what they were doing was trying to help.
Suite's words, as a result, as motherly as they were attempting to be and make light of the situation, did nothing but ensue a deep, bone-aching panic in a child still shaken by something he did not understand more than any language that could have been spoken to him. He understood that he hurt, and that water was suddenly sliding off of his fur in a way that was unnatural from a simple wave of Suite's paw... and neither of them comforted him.
The silence returned, heart thrumming desperately inside of his chest as it screamed for him to live, live, live and not let her kill him... and the water droplets that had returned to the ground and were about to make their way back to the starpool rose right back up without a second's delay, sharpened into what resembled tiny shards of hail, and were thrown right back in her direction with a snarl. They would hardly hurt, as the child was both drained of power and energy to be a real threat at the moment, and the voices that had guided him before were silent.
He was tired, and he didn't want to be eaten. That was all.
And then the sounds of the night returned, along with Gabe's voice, something calm and soothing that allowed Myliu to ground himself more. Subconsciously, as if drawn to a magnet, he turned towards the hybrid, soft, uncertain noises leaving his throat before he finally moved forward and laid down at his feet, gnawing at his own leg and peering up from underneath Gabriel's shadow at all the faces before him, specifically at Suite, terrified and anxious.
"Help?" this time it wasn't a whisper, it was something solid and with weight, Gabriel's voice asking him if he needed anything. If he was okay. He wasn't, although physically everything was alright, and despite knowing this he still released a low whine and nodded, returning to chewing at his own paw after murmuring a low, defeated, and wholly desperate 'help.'
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden