american boy + open, contemplation

[coldblue]

no stranger to the danger

COLDBLUE "BLUE" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — BETA — MEDIUM

it is safe to say that coldblue is completely oblivious to the drama regarding his mother. all he knows is that one day she left with two ears and came back with one. ever since then, she has been behaving quite strangely. mother likes what she likes, and unabashedly so. but now she seems to have...regret? the young male is not very familiar with the more complex emotions yet, but he is perceptive enough to pick up on the small alterations in guru's behavior. she isn't the greatest mother, but blue has not met very many mothers in his short life; thus he still regards her in the naive image of motherly perfection that most children do until they grow up and realize that things were not as perfect as they once thought. in his eyes, guru can do no wrong. and blue is very concerned for his beloved mother.

small paws make very little sound as they move across the sandy terrain, abnormally crystalline blue eyes shining with some unreadable emotion as blue searches for guru. he follows her scent, using this as an opportunity to practice his tracking skills. the boy really is concerned for his mother, but he is also extremely bored with staying with goldie all day and is using this as an excuse to get out of the house. rarely does he do anything that does not benefit him in some way, shape, or form. it's just not worth it to be selfless. blue has needs too.

eventually he finds mother resting on the beach in the company of a strange serval he has never met. coldblue trots right past georgie, barely even glancing at the girl as the child approaches guru. "what happened to your ear, mum?" asks the boy in a beautiful, albeit soft voice akin to gently falling snow. he brushes his cheek against her side in an affectionate although nonverbal greeting. he stares at the dismembered ear with interest for a moment or two before glancing at guru expectantly. suddenly, he seems to remember georgie's presence, and he regards the creature with a slightly narrowed eyes. "who are you?" the tone is almost accusing, as if he does not appreciate the stranger's proximity to his mother. blue really does not like strangers.

#psychosocial.