Quasar startled, his entire body jerking back when he saw the cats. For a second he watched them, the whites of his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. His lips pulled back, revealing milky puppy teeth. The terror squeezed his ribs, but the pup stood frozen.
They offered kindness. And he wanted to run from it. There shouldn’t be a comfort, a way out of this abysmal hole grief shoved him down. What’s left of his parents existed in the space between his ears, and he refused to let go.
But the snarling beast was only a pup, and he didn’t even know how to look scary yet. He faltered. Then sighed back into a slump on the sand, paws wiggling under the surface as if he wanted to take his entire body and crawl under the earth. Oh. That’s because he did. Duh.
The snarl dropped off his face. He chewed on his tongue, literally biting back words.
The two came from that other group’s party—Palm Cramps?—he smelled it on them. Brothers, too, like Tree and him. Finally, he digests their words, only for the anger to rise again. At his parents. Towards himself. At one of the tomcats in particular. “It’s not funny that my parents are dead!” he snarled, whites of his eyes flashing at Toadwhisker.
Quasar lifted himself to his paws. The pup looked down on the feline, and Quasar suddenly realized he was not the tiny one here. He growled, a real deep growl his dad would’ve been proud to hear, but Quasar’s legs trembled. “It’s not funny. It’s bullshit. It’s all bullshit. Go hug a cactus face-first. And marry it! Now that’s life being funny, you big-ol’ butt! I bet you eat roaches ‘cause you can’t hunt worth a damn.”
He huffed, breathing in and out rapidly. His energy and anger abandoned him, leaving nothing but the uncomfortable ache.
He wanted to wake up curled next to Mom and Tree. One last time. Please?
No, he wanted to scream again. He sniffled, wet eyes under a tough guy grimace. “Loser! Poser! Shmoser! GO FUCK YOUR OWN KISSER!!”
Quasar collapsed onto the sand, defeated by his own depleted energy levels. “Haha… Mom would be proud of that last rhyme.”
They offered kindness. And he wanted to run from it. There shouldn’t be a comfort, a way out of this abysmal hole grief shoved him down. What’s left of his parents existed in the space between his ears, and he refused to let go.
But the snarling beast was only a pup, and he didn’t even know how to look scary yet. He faltered. Then sighed back into a slump on the sand, paws wiggling under the surface as if he wanted to take his entire body and crawl under the earth. Oh. That’s because he did. Duh.
The snarl dropped off his face. He chewed on his tongue, literally biting back words.
The two came from that other group’s party—Palm Cramps?—he smelled it on them. Brothers, too, like Tree and him. Finally, he digests their words, only for the anger to rise again. At his parents. Towards himself. At one of the tomcats in particular. “It’s not funny that my parents are dead!” he snarled, whites of his eyes flashing at Toadwhisker.
Quasar lifted himself to his paws. The pup looked down on the feline, and Quasar suddenly realized he was not the tiny one here. He growled, a real deep growl his dad would’ve been proud to hear, but Quasar’s legs trembled. “It’s not funny. It’s bullshit. It’s all bullshit. Go hug a cactus face-first. And marry it! Now that’s life being funny, you big-ol’ butt! I bet you eat roaches ‘cause you can’t hunt worth a damn.”
He huffed, breathing in and out rapidly. His energy and anger abandoned him, leaving nothing but the uncomfortable ache.
He wanted to wake up curled next to Mom and Tree. One last time. Please?
No, he wanted to scream again. He sniffled, wet eyes under a tough guy grimace. “Loser! Poser! Shmoser! GO FUCK YOUR OWN KISSER!!”
Quasar collapsed onto the sand, defeated by his own depleted energy levels. “Haha… Mom would be proud of that last rhyme.”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
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that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are