10-07-2019, 10:49 PM
As the kit looked up into the hazel eyes of the fox that had greeted him - saved him, really, even if she wasn't doing the heavy lifting - and as he saw the fire in her eyes, he wondered if she really cared. He didn't describe himself as a pessimist - his brain was too small to be thinking about philosophy, for now - but he had to wonder why she was doing it. He was always told that there was no such thing as a free meal, that everyone wanted something. What did she want? It didn't have to be material, of course. He knew what he wanted (besides water), after all, and it wasn't exactly something you could just hand over to someone else. With raspy breath, the pure-green eyed kit said, "Thank you," to his mysterious benefactor. Aine was a name he would remember, for as long as he could.
He was lucky. He knew that much. It was only by pure luck that someone as worthless as him managed to survive such a journey, such a travel, even though he almost didn't. It was most certainly luck that brought these people over. People, yes - there were two now, a counterpart to the small fox, someone whose appearance distracted him from questioning the moral characters of these characters.
He was... beautiful.
Not in the typical sense, no, he was far too young to be having those sorts of thoughts about anyone. But he was beautiful to Abathur. A hybrid between two completely incompatible creatures, his brain began racing, trying to figure out the how, the why, the chain of events that led to this existing, and especially it existing concurrently with him. Abathur had so many questions, if he survived to see the next day. At least now he had another reason to do so - and a distraction from things that weighed him down.
He was picked up by the gat then, and he could feel his consciousness slipping far far away. Forget his lack of water, he could barely think straight anymore - the fact that Vox made such an offhanded comment was offensive, frankly. He may not be the smartest, but he did know things. He had an interest in biology and medicine, despite his youth. Even without that he still had the common sense to know that talking wasn't a good idea when breathing was hard. Some people, he swore to his own mind, this delirious train of thought the only thing keeping him awake.
He didn't even have the energy to thank his savior.
He was lucky. He knew that much. It was only by pure luck that someone as worthless as him managed to survive such a journey, such a travel, even though he almost didn't. It was most certainly luck that brought these people over. People, yes - there were two now, a counterpart to the small fox, someone whose appearance distracted him from questioning the moral characters of these characters.
He was... beautiful.
Not in the typical sense, no, he was far too young to be having those sorts of thoughts about anyone. But he was beautiful to Abathur. A hybrid between two completely incompatible creatures, his brain began racing, trying to figure out the how, the why, the chain of events that led to this existing, and especially it existing concurrently with him. Abathur had so many questions, if he survived to see the next day. At least now he had another reason to do so - and a distraction from things that weighed him down.
He was picked up by the gat then, and he could feel his consciousness slipping far far away. Forget his lack of water, he could barely think straight anymore - the fact that Vox made such an offhanded comment was offensive, frankly. He may not be the smartest, but he did know things. He had an interest in biology and medicine, despite his youth. Even without that he still had the common sense to know that talking wasn't a good idea when breathing was hard. Some people, he swore to his own mind, this delirious train of thought the only thing keeping him awake.
He didn't even have the energy to thank his savior.
tags - "speech"