and a partridge in a pear tree - treespasser

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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

These days, things are not so bad. He isn't out in the marsh, constantly on fire, preying on whatever food came his direction. He isn't alone, struggling to think, struggling to talk. He isn't forgetting - he is remembering, he isn't lost, or so uncertain of his mind anymore. He isn't a weapon anymore. He has a family. He is free. He's free! And he's alive. He is living, and breathing. Even if things are different. So much more different than they could have ever seen coming. He has made it. Even if...he was the only one who had. At least he remembers it. At least he has somebody to share it with, despite everything.

And, even with this still, though, there are difficulties. It was only natural. No one could expect anyone to come out unscathed, perfectly healed. He is just a boy. He is learning of the world and its intricacies at his own pace, no matter if this has originally been his world or not. He spends most days with his father, though is starting to branch out. He slowly traverses parts of the territory he had not gotten to see so much before, attempts small interactions with his groupmates, and tries to learn more about the place he calls home. He actually is starting to feel safe here. He has a family. He is starting to make friends, slowly but surely, just like he's always wanted.

But today,
he is interrupted.

The scents are familiar. All of them. The ashes, the sands, the creature that held them. He hesitates, stopping in his tracks as he realizes it, stabbing him like a blade. He wonders if he should go back, find help. But then, he thinks, what if that is the wrong choice? The boy lowers his body, movements silent and slow as he moves closer to it. He remains in the shadows, his mostly darker skin blending in relatively well. And then he sees it.

This is the individual who had taken him away. Made him a weapon once more. And he was on their territory, their trees, once more. And he has caught Roy once more alone.

But he remembers this time.

"You-" his voice catches in his throat, heavy breaths accompanying it. The boy struggles against himself, fighting so hard against the idea of being taken once more. Had this creature been a worker for Jervis? But, the fox was defeated, he had thought. The Pitt had been taken down, he had believed. Why had he come back? This creature had seemed to care so little about him before. "G-Get out-Get out! You-You can't take-can't take any-anybody anym-more!" His voice cracks, trembling as it raises. Of course, the male likely had little to no idea what the boy was trying to communicate to him. However, the feeling of being stuck under his claws was still fresh in his mind, and he did not exactly get the chance to act as himself in those lands. He'd no idea of this creature's intentions.

The noise was coming back.

The tiger feels heat rise around his paws, still contained under his body, but a warning, surely. His glowing orange eyes stare up to the large Pittian, body stumbling back and forth.