[size=9pt]Moon knows all too well of betrayal and hurt and loneliness. He remembers cold stares and a foreign language never shared with him, alcohol by the gallon and a Mother that'd sooner let him starve than spare him a glance. And that's exactly what happened. Starved from food and starved from attention, as a cub, he was aimless and angry. He'd sit, rigid, for days in the endless, dry plains and stare into the horizon, and on some days, the sun would blind him but he wouldn't look away. He'd feel it burn into his already golden gaze and turn everything white and he'd just keep staring. Sometimes he can still see the blank specks in his gaze of the damage he's sure he'd done.
He thinks he sees the same in Lazarus. Some mistreatment, perhaps a lot, some alientation but also perhaps a lot. A product of someone else's decisions, of someone elses faults. Sometimes he can feel the anger in himself and he thinks of his Mother, how it ran hot through her veins and passed onto his own, and when Moon spots the Cane Corso from afar he wonders if it's the same. Not from the hand of a Mother, but someone else, maybe. And then he looks back to their Clan, sees everyone laughing and joking and smiling and feels wrong. Why the fuck is this kid sitting here like this and no one's even sparing him a thought? Do they even know he's there?
"Hey," Says the young Lion, a grab for attention as he stops a pace or two away. He's seen the viciousness in Lazarus when Gabe had left, and he doesn't want to trigger that again, and though he itches to look the canine over, to see his wounds and treat them, he knows it's just not gonna' happen. Start with the mundane shit. "Wanna' tell me what you're up to?" He probably didn't.
He thinks he sees the same in Lazarus. Some mistreatment, perhaps a lot, some alientation but also perhaps a lot. A product of someone else's decisions, of someone elses faults. Sometimes he can feel the anger in himself and he thinks of his Mother, how it ran hot through her veins and passed onto his own, and when Moon spots the Cane Corso from afar he wonders if it's the same. Not from the hand of a Mother, but someone else, maybe. And then he looks back to their Clan, sees everyone laughing and joking and smiling and feels wrong. Why the fuck is this kid sitting here like this and no one's even sparing him a thought? Do they even know he's there?
"Hey," Says the young Lion, a grab for attention as he stops a pace or two away. He's seen the viciousness in Lazarus when Gabe had left, and he doesn't want to trigger that again, and though he itches to look the canine over, to see his wounds and treat them, he knows it's just not gonna' happen. Start with the mundane shit. "Wanna' tell me what you're up to?" He probably didn't.
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