09-23-2020, 12:50 AM
Other than his outburst on the beach with his brother, Tree had been nearly untrackable. Outside of the occasional sound of sobbing, the kid couldn't be found. He hid from stranger's gaze, snarling and snapping at anyone who came near for days. The kid had just lost his parents, he had seen what had happened to them. His brother may have been able to forget but, he couldn't. Every moment would loop in his head, paining him.
Part of him knew he shouldn't do this, shouldn't avoid or lash out at those who offered him solace. But how could he trust them? Had did he know they wouldn't hurt him? Without his parents to keep him safe and protect him, what was he going to do? Originally he'd wanted to run, to flee and go so far he'd never be seen by anybody again. But, he couldn't. He would never make it and he couldn't loose his brother so quickly. His brother was all he had left.
When the winged canine had awoken that morning, he'd made a decision. He would try, for them. He would go out there and try to actually talk to those he'd kept his distance from. He'd crawl from the small den he'd dug himself in the sand, one he often had to scoop falling sand from. He emerged slowly, purple eyes glancing around nervously. He took a step, then another, and another. Confidence grew with each step, until- thump! Small paw caught on rock, sending the shepard sprawling. His head bounced against the sand, sending a cry from the small pup, paws coming to cover muzzle as tears flowed out of closed eyes.
Part of him knew he shouldn't do this, shouldn't avoid or lash out at those who offered him solace. But how could he trust them? Had did he know they wouldn't hurt him? Without his parents to keep him safe and protect him, what was he going to do? Originally he'd wanted to run, to flee and go so far he'd never be seen by anybody again. But, he couldn't. He would never make it and he couldn't loose his brother so quickly. His brother was all he had left.
When the winged canine had awoken that morning, he'd made a decision. He would try, for them. He would go out there and try to actually talk to those he'd kept his distance from. He'd crawl from the small den he'd dug himself in the sand, one he often had to scoop falling sand from. He emerged slowly, purple eyes glancing around nervously. He took a step, then another, and another. Confidence grew with each step, until- thump! Small paw caught on rock, sending the shepard sprawling. His head bounced against the sand, sending a cry from the small pup, paws coming to cover muzzle as tears flowed out of closed eyes.
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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