He was left on the beach. Burnt, hurt, rageful.
Slowly, he crumpled to the ground, feeling that burning in his throat, the pricking of leaves biting through his neck. He hated that stupid mane. Slowly, he pushed himself up, head still hung over. And like that, the burning in his throat, came to his head- sniffling, sobbing, wiping paws against his eyes, sand brushing at his face and the prick marks on his shoulders from Ry's claws dripping bit by bit. By the time that Brandy could really move, it was later in the day, not quite early morning, almost afternoon. Slowly, he picked himself up. His paws ached from the frostbite that had been chased off.
He slowly dragged his paws towards central camp, his ears flattened and eyes lowered. The normally horseplaying cub wasn't running, his tail dragging in the sand. Slowly, he came to a stop, still red-eyed and refusing to look at anyone. The cub sat, his gaze shifting about for a moment, before he looked up and spoke, his tone watery. "I.. need to tell everyone something." He paused, his voice cracking. Brandy shook his head violently, dipping his head back down, before speaking in that position, his voice almost too quiet to hear.
"Ry is gone. It's my fault."
// brandy has a burn on his right shoulder, claw marks (more like punctures) on each shoulder, and minor bruising / scratches from being pushed
"SPEECH"
Slowly, he crumpled to the ground, feeling that burning in his throat, the pricking of leaves biting through his neck. He hated that stupid mane. Slowly, he pushed himself up, head still hung over. And like that, the burning in his throat, came to his head- sniffling, sobbing, wiping paws against his eyes, sand brushing at his face and the prick marks on his shoulders from Ry's claws dripping bit by bit. By the time that Brandy could really move, it was later in the day, not quite early morning, almost afternoon. Slowly, he picked himself up. His paws ached from the frostbite that had been chased off.
He slowly dragged his paws towards central camp, his ears flattened and eyes lowered. The normally horseplaying cub wasn't running, his tail dragging in the sand. Slowly, he came to a stop, still red-eyed and refusing to look at anyone. The cub sat, his gaze shifting about for a moment, before he looked up and spoke, his tone watery. "I.. need to tell everyone something." He paused, his voice cracking. Brandy shook his head violently, dipping his head back down, before speaking in that position, his voice almost too quiet to hear.
"Ry is gone. It's my fault."
// brandy has a burn on his right shoulder, claw marks (more like punctures) on each shoulder, and minor bruising / scratches from being pushed
"SPEECH"
TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN