08-14-2018, 11:36 AM
14. what was y/c's childhood like?
Dimitri’s childhood was, in a word, abuse. He did whatever it took to avoid talking about it, and no one in the clan had asked about where he had came from. A kitten that ran away from an abusive household and then fought for his life on the city streets, eating human scraps and leftovers. Licking coffee and froth remains from plastic cups, biting on plastic straws and playing with cups to bide his time. Being taught to read by… somebody. He honestly didn’t remember who. He figured that Dakota had come out for those lessons. He remembered sticking to that cat for a while until he just… vanished one day. Dimitri hadn’t seen them since.
Dimitri had lived in various spots as a street rat, but he made an effort to stay away from the humans. When he had taken refuge one night in a cardboard box between two trash cans, he was being picked up the next morning. Darby took over, jumped out of the box, off the human face, and then ran away as fast as their little legs would go.
Dimitri remembered hanging on the cusp of a trash can, scratching the sides and pulling himself up to the trash can. Sniffing around, rummaging through garbage, he found the skin and leftover meat of a rotisserie chicken. He remembered sniffing the grease, tentatively licking it, biting on lemon pepper skin and licking bones. He remembered biting and pulling off meat scrapes, and having a full belly that night.
Because outside of the abuse, most of Dimitri’s childhood was about starving.
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Dimitri’s childhood was, in a word, abuse. He did whatever it took to avoid talking about it, and no one in the clan had asked about where he had came from. A kitten that ran away from an abusive household and then fought for his life on the city streets, eating human scraps and leftovers. Licking coffee and froth remains from plastic cups, biting on plastic straws and playing with cups to bide his time. Being taught to read by… somebody. He honestly didn’t remember who. He figured that Dakota had come out for those lessons. He remembered sticking to that cat for a while until he just… vanished one day. Dimitri hadn’t seen them since.
Dimitri had lived in various spots as a street rat, but he made an effort to stay away from the humans. When he had taken refuge one night in a cardboard box between two trash cans, he was being picked up the next morning. Darby took over, jumped out of the box, off the human face, and then ran away as fast as their little legs would go.
Dimitri remembered hanging on the cusp of a trash can, scratching the sides and pulling himself up to the trash can. Sniffing around, rummaging through garbage, he found the skin and leftover meat of a rotisserie chicken. He remembered sniffing the grease, tentatively licking it, biting on lemon pepper skin and licking bones. He remembered biting and pulling off meat scrapes, and having a full belly that night.
Because outside of the abuse, most of Dimitri’s childhood was about starving.
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