03-21-2020, 05:22 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"] It was too loud. everything was always too loud but this was definitely not any sort of exception. He was tired, but not tired enough to sleep. His house was quiet, but not quiet enough to relax. The soft puffs of breath from the multiple other cubs that surrounded him, his siblings, would overwhelm him before long. Breath by breath, filling their room in a symphony of exhaust. A stomach would rumble here, and nails would brush the floor there. Somebody woke to nurse, and someone rolled over to get comfortable. Little by little, their once expansive seeming room would shrink and shrink, any remaining space taken over by noise. noise. noise. He had to get out.
Lifting himself up from the tangle of bodies, shaking legs guided him away and down the hall. The little sounds that he made, the snoring of his brother in the other room, too much. The sand was soft under his paws as he left the house and the porch. It was better here, muted and still. The only thing that he could hear as he walked was the soft gurgling of the shoreline. He couldn't hear himself, he couldn't hear other people. It was a warm night, spring was finally settling in and the heat had begun to creep into the moon-lit hours. He'd spend an hour or two out here before he was ready to go back in, hopefully before mama had noticed. She'd be concerned and fuss over him, not that she could do anything. She didn't understand. Not many seemed to understand and he couldn't handle very much, so he tended to have more.. expressive ways of trying to make them understand. It still didn't work though.
He would be quiet for now, eyes closed as he basked under the moon-cast light. It was a time for peace. He could handle being joined if they acknowledged that.
Lifting himself up from the tangle of bodies, shaking legs guided him away and down the hall. The little sounds that he made, the snoring of his brother in the other room, too much. The sand was soft under his paws as he left the house and the porch. It was better here, muted and still. The only thing that he could hear as he walked was the soft gurgling of the shoreline. He couldn't hear himself, he couldn't hear other people. It was a warm night, spring was finally settling in and the heat had begun to creep into the moon-lit hours. He'd spend an hour or two out here before he was ready to go back in, hopefully before mama had noticed. She'd be concerned and fuss over him, not that she could do anything. She didn't understand. Not many seemed to understand and he couldn't handle very much, so he tended to have more.. expressive ways of trying to make them understand. It still didn't work though.
He would be quiet for now, eyes closed as he basked under the moon-cast light. It was a time for peace. He could handle being joined if they acknowledged that.