04-02-2018, 04:25 PM
YOU SHOULD NEVER TRUST THE PANTALOON
//no need to match muse, as i'm developing this boy.
His paws were bruised, scraped, and beaten to the hell by the ground as he walked miles looking for civilization across Pangea. For six months, he was on the outskirts of his former group following the scent of the moving clans and yet he found no one. Until now. The familiar scent of beings crossed the black panther's nose once again. Flaw's ears only drooped a few, as it seemed this was another dead end. A grumble of frustration left the back of his throat. "Hope drives you. You must keep going," he enthused in his thoughts. "There has to be something better." ... Better than that shithole he once lived in.
Far away, there were other territories and clans that have yet to interfere with the groups they knew of now. One contained his parents and ancestors. Despite that, he did not want contact. All of them were abusive, reckless, and unrelenting in their actions. The hope that they had destroyed their own dreams. And yet, he still held onto hope. It was the closest thing he had and the thing that kept him going. His family just did not use it appropriately. They shouldn't of wished for the best, but instead the average, otherwise things spiraled out of control. Just like how his life started out.
Flaw's parents have been known to have birth complications from day one, but when they receive the children of their dreams, they are not given what they want. While the rest of the children remain healthy, one of their 'beloved' children remains the deformed runt. This happens to be a child they deemed to be 'Flaw'. His father did not dare to stare at such a child, while his mother threatened to leave due to the creation she had spawned. The siblings laughed, but that was not all. With such a cruel name, any normal clan member would think that would be the end, but no. They beat him, abused him verbally, and drove him to the edge, eventually causing him to leave in the darkness of the night once he reached six months. Even so, he could not forget the names they called him or the get rid of the marks left on his pelt. Ever since then, he had been on the run with hopes to find a new home.
Six months of travel led to Snowbound. As the cold winds whipped against his exposed wounds and the snow froze his feet, the black panther kept trudging on throughout the paths before him. He had to keep going. Somehow, someway, there had to be a way out of this mountain range or something in it's depths. This could not be another dead end... but what ingrate would stay within a cold habitat? The panther scoffed at it lowly, but kept heading his own way.
As the scent grew, Flaw's hope flourished. It had been months since he had heard himself speak, as he had lost the hope of calling out many weeks ago. "Hello?" the unfamiliar, deepened voice called out. The panther's green eyes wavered down to the ground, noticing smaller footsteps within the snow that had almost been covered over. Hope "HELLO?" he yelled out again. Tears had already begun to stream down his face, freezing almost instantly, as his thoughts rasped in relief. 'Finally.'
//no need to match muse, as i'm developing this boy.
His paws were bruised, scraped, and beaten to the hell by the ground as he walked miles looking for civilization across Pangea. For six months, he was on the outskirts of his former group following the scent of the moving clans and yet he found no one. Until now. The familiar scent of beings crossed the black panther's nose once again. Flaw's ears only drooped a few, as it seemed this was another dead end. A grumble of frustration left the back of his throat. "Hope drives you. You must keep going," he enthused in his thoughts. "There has to be something better." ... Better than that shithole he once lived in.
Far away, there were other territories and clans that have yet to interfere with the groups they knew of now. One contained his parents and ancestors. Despite that, he did not want contact. All of them were abusive, reckless, and unrelenting in their actions. The hope that they had destroyed their own dreams. And yet, he still held onto hope. It was the closest thing he had and the thing that kept him going. His family just did not use it appropriately. They shouldn't of wished for the best, but instead the average, otherwise things spiraled out of control. Just like how his life started out.
Flaw's parents have been known to have birth complications from day one, but when they receive the children of their dreams, they are not given what they want. While the rest of the children remain healthy, one of their 'beloved' children remains the deformed runt. This happens to be a child they deemed to be 'Flaw'. His father did not dare to stare at such a child, while his mother threatened to leave due to the creation she had spawned. The siblings laughed, but that was not all. With such a cruel name, any normal clan member would think that would be the end, but no. They beat him, abused him verbally, and drove him to the edge, eventually causing him to leave in the darkness of the night once he reached six months. Even so, he could not forget the names they called him or the get rid of the marks left on his pelt. Ever since then, he had been on the run with hopes to find a new home.
Six months of travel led to Snowbound. As the cold winds whipped against his exposed wounds and the snow froze his feet, the black panther kept trudging on throughout the paths before him. He had to keep going. Somehow, someway, there had to be a way out of this mountain range or something in it's depths. This could not be another dead end... but what ingrate would stay within a cold habitat? The panther scoffed at it lowly, but kept heading his own way.
As the scent grew, Flaw's hope flourished. It had been months since he had heard himself speak, as he had lost the hope of calling out many weeks ago. "Hello?" the unfamiliar, deepened voice called out. The panther's green eyes wavered down to the ground, noticing smaller footsteps within the snow that had almost been covered over. Hope "HELLO?" he yelled out again. Tears had already begun to stream down his face, freezing almost instantly, as his thoughts rasped in relief. 'Finally.'
"FUNNY OLD WORLD, ISN'T IT?" - Crowley
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