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[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

//continuation of this... Roxanne and Diya are following in suit behind him. No need to wait for their posts though.

Time had passed. Weeks were long, nights were dark, and the feline had begun to succumb. In time, a tried and true beast unleashed and took action to survive. A rescue mission that had fallen through the cracks, but settled out in the end. The damage was done though. Now upon them was a broken boy, shriveled up and ready to fall. He felt dead. Alexandre wondered why he had lived, but refused to acknowledged the answer as he blankly walked along the railroad.

Thickly coated paws stopped at the shore. A ragged breath left him as he slowly lowered himself into the warm sand, letting the warmth fill the void inside. After weeks inside the freezing Coalition cave's, his only hope for warmth was... ultimately, a burden. A regrettable burden that kept him alive. The one truth that he gave into finally. His thoughts snapped away from the topic instantly though. Dully digging his chin into the sand, he closed his eyes and tried to embrace the heat beating down onto his stained pelt. These moments he wouldn't take for granted, but the past that led him here would haunt him.

With the sun highlighting his silhouette, his stature had become apparent. His skin was thin as paper. Ribs breached through his flesh. Eyes remained coated in tears, weary, and squinting at the light. The alabaster feline's features were coated in a dark crimson and reeked of rotten flesh. Dehydrated, hungry, and ready to give up, despite given a spiteful second chance. Truly, it was an unbearable sight... but how they found him, inside a feline's corpse, bloodied and sobbing, would never top it.

Empty and too tired to call out, the child just remained in the sand. His ears remained pinned back and eyes squeezed shut, trying to block everything out for just a moment.