12-13-2018, 01:42 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]The angel had never known death or grief. In his own way perhaps, he had grieved each day that passed in the remote hut he had called home until that day. The dread that consumed him when his eyes met those of his father's; it was a horrible pain that grasped at his heart and tore, unrelenting, until the agony of claws in his pelt drowned it out. He did not remember a life before this one; he did not remember the friends he had, the role he played. There was nothing left of him.
He had never known the love of a mother, nor the strong, warm embrace of a father. There had been times that Junji had dreamed of escaping. He had dreamed of being free of the collar and chains, and had dreamed of being free from the horrible gaze of his father that always seemed to burn into him. Eyes from all sides watching him, and claws unsheathed and ready to strike should he make any mistake. His whole life, he had only known fear. The boy had hoped that the freedom of running through the woods and feeling the ocean wash over his paws would cover the fear that followed him. He hoped, but it did not happen.
Dull eyes slowly settled on the figure approaching him, snapping out of the thoughts that had entranced him. His first reaction was to back up. His hind paws dipped into the water again as she drew near, gaze dropping to the ground and ears flattening to his head. The angel breathed out somewhat shakily at the return of her greeting; a soft hello, and yet despite the gentleness of her voice, he found himself on the brink of tears. Junji trembled slightly before her, and his heart leaped into his throat when she said his name. His gaze snapped up to meet hers, a look of fear and disbelief glinting in his teary eyes.
"Quam operor vos scire nomen meum?" He choked out, shrinking back even more as tears began to roll down his cheeks. "Fecit pater dico vobis? Is... is he here?" He managed to spit out some of her language in the midst of his frightened rambles, her initial question completely forgotten. The arrival of two others did nothing to soothe his nerves; he stepped deeper into the water as the smell of death from one washed over him, fur bristling in fear.
Junji shook horribly now. He struggled to breathe, nearly on the verge of hyperventilating, though his frantic breaths all but ceased when his blurred gaze settled on Luca. He was being stared at, he knew that much, but his trembling seemed to stop for a moment. He simply let the other scrutinize him, and only when the other stopped did the world begin to move again. The boy resumed his shaking and couldn't help the bitterness that clawed at him when his name was tasted on the other's tongue, followed by another name.
Luca.
He'd heard that somewhere. He stared back at him, swallowing the lump in his throat. Manere a Luca. The phrase his father had told him time and time again. Before he left some days, and as Junji drifted off to sleep. It had been burned into his mind, but for what reason, he did not know. He had never known a Luca before now, and though this one before him was certainly intimidating, he couldn't help but wonder what it was about this creature that his father wanted him to avoid. Perhaps he had met his father, and they were on bad terms. Perhaps he was just an awful, awful thing that plagued the world with his existence. Junji furrowed his brow slightly as he stared, before ultimately dropping his gaze once more to the sand. He would find out in time. For now, he must obey his father.
"...Typhoon?" He finally murmured. "Pater dictum est mihi ut veniat."
He had never known the love of a mother, nor the strong, warm embrace of a father. There had been times that Junji had dreamed of escaping. He had dreamed of being free of the collar and chains, and had dreamed of being free from the horrible gaze of his father that always seemed to burn into him. Eyes from all sides watching him, and claws unsheathed and ready to strike should he make any mistake. His whole life, he had only known fear. The boy had hoped that the freedom of running through the woods and feeling the ocean wash over his paws would cover the fear that followed him. He hoped, but it did not happen.
Dull eyes slowly settled on the figure approaching him, snapping out of the thoughts that had entranced him. His first reaction was to back up. His hind paws dipped into the water again as she drew near, gaze dropping to the ground and ears flattening to his head. The angel breathed out somewhat shakily at the return of her greeting; a soft hello, and yet despite the gentleness of her voice, he found himself on the brink of tears. Junji trembled slightly before her, and his heart leaped into his throat when she said his name. His gaze snapped up to meet hers, a look of fear and disbelief glinting in his teary eyes.
"Quam operor vos scire nomen meum?" He choked out, shrinking back even more as tears began to roll down his cheeks. "Fecit pater dico vobis? Is... is he here?" He managed to spit out some of her language in the midst of his frightened rambles, her initial question completely forgotten. The arrival of two others did nothing to soothe his nerves; he stepped deeper into the water as the smell of death from one washed over him, fur bristling in fear.
Junji shook horribly now. He struggled to breathe, nearly on the verge of hyperventilating, though his frantic breaths all but ceased when his blurred gaze settled on Luca. He was being stared at, he knew that much, but his trembling seemed to stop for a moment. He simply let the other scrutinize him, and only when the other stopped did the world begin to move again. The boy resumed his shaking and couldn't help the bitterness that clawed at him when his name was tasted on the other's tongue, followed by another name.
Luca.
He'd heard that somewhere. He stared back at him, swallowing the lump in his throat. Manere a Luca. The phrase his father had told him time and time again. Before he left some days, and as Junji drifted off to sleep. It had been burned into his mind, but for what reason, he did not know. He had never known a Luca before now, and though this one before him was certainly intimidating, he couldn't help but wonder what it was about this creature that his father wanted him to avoid. Perhaps he had met his father, and they were on bad terms. Perhaps he was just an awful, awful thing that plagued the world with his existence. Junji furrowed his brow slightly as he stared, before ultimately dropping his gaze once more to the sand. He would find out in time. For now, he must obey his father.
"...Typhoon?" He finally murmured. "Pater dictum est mihi ut veniat."
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