12-31-2020, 01:56 AM
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SAINTKIT
HARDLY KNOW HOW BAD IT GETS
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Saintkit had not yet experienced Christmas, nor the happy occasions that usually came along with the season. The three month old kit simply wasn't old enough to have gone through a Christmas with his family before the death of his parents, but he could remember them speaking about it. He could remember his mother and father speaking in hushed whispers, light smiles on their muzzles as they talked about what they would get him as gifts. He hadn't truly understood what the holiday was about just yet, but he had figured that there was plenty of time for explanations later, when they weren't moving from place to place. Of course, the boy had never gotten that chance for explanations. Nor had he gotten any of the gifts that his parents had been so eager to bestow upon him, their mutterings now mere grains of sand in the whirlwind that was his mind. He wished that he could think more clearly, but ever since he had joined The Pitt... it had been difficult for him to adjust, to say the least.
Feather-light steps brought the new Pittian towards the "throne" that a trio had already gathered around, but his focus was only on one of them – Gael. The vulpine was the only one of those currently present that Saint actually knew, and the kit didn't particularly want to go trotting up to strangers at the moment. Both Aine and Gael had reassured him that he was a member of The Pitt now, and the assortment of others within the territory could be considered friends, but Saint still wasn't so sure. So, taking in a deep breath to steel himself, the boy managed to clumsily find his way up the steps, slipping over the destruction that had only recently been wrought on the structure. Eventually, once he was close enough to smell the faint burn of the flickering candles that Gael had lit, Saintkit spoke up, his voice soft as he questioned, "Gael...? What are the candles for?" His question was simple, and he hoped dearly that it wouldn't be seen as disrespectful. Rather, he was just curious about what was going on.
Feather-light steps brought the new Pittian towards the "throne" that a trio had already gathered around, but his focus was only on one of them – Gael. The vulpine was the only one of those currently present that Saint actually knew, and the kit didn't particularly want to go trotting up to strangers at the moment. Both Aine and Gael had reassured him that he was a member of The Pitt now, and the assortment of others within the territory could be considered friends, but Saint still wasn't so sure. So, taking in a deep breath to steel himself, the boy managed to clumsily find his way up the steps, slipping over the destruction that had only recently been wrought on the structure. Eventually, once he was close enough to smell the faint burn of the flickering candles that Gael had lit, Saintkit spoke up, his voice soft as he questioned, "Gael...? What are the candles for?" His question was simple, and he hoped dearly that it wouldn't be seen as disrespectful. Rather, he was just curious about what was going on.
━ GUESS I'LL JUST GO BACK TO BED┆PITT PUP. ━
you tried to refrain, but you try anyway
———————「 the pitt / 3 months / bio / @ stilly 」 ———————