05-16-2018, 09:53 AM
VALEMON
male — 9 months — snowbound — member — tags — rped by Autumnleaf
Val had thought that getting away would make him feel better. After all, everyone around him was leaving, either disappearing or dying. He wasn’t very bright, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop those things. He could only influence his own actions, and the best thing he could do was to leave as well. He wouldn’t see his friends and family anymore, but he wouldn’t have to watch them all disappear, either. Surely this would make everything better in the long run.
He couldn’t have been more wrong, it seems.
Valemon used to live for the company of others, whether that be playing games with his sister or talking all afternoon to a reluctant clanmate. Now that he was alone, things were much more difficult. The reality didn’t come to him until he started to grow hungry that he had always relied on others for food. The lion tried eating plants, like Lessa always had, but it gave him no energy and actually made him feel worse. So, he resorted to eating prey that he found already killed, sometimes in the process of rotting. His stomach wasn’t meant for this, either, but it was something. He was virtually lost and couldn’t turn back now.
One day, however, he began to think about when it was the last time he’d spoken to anyone. It was then that he decided he needed company. Nearly anyone would do at this point.
So, here he was. Val wasn’t fond of the cold, but the many scents coming from this direction were a good indication he was going to encounter a group. Whether they were friendly he was about to find out. If they turned out to be hostile, the young lion supposed he could run. If not, at least he had hope of seeing his father again in whatever afterlife might exist.
Large paws shaking slightly, Valemon paused to sit back on his haunches and instead busied them by fiddling with the oversized cape draped over his shoulders. It kept him reasonably warm, but also held connotations of his family, providing loads of comfort. He could almost imagine it was his mother, body wrapped around him and his sister as they rested in their den. He decided he’d wait, so as to not be seen as aggressive. A growing cub such as himself shouldn’t come off as much of a threat, but he never knew.
He couldn’t have been more wrong, it seems.
Valemon used to live for the company of others, whether that be playing games with his sister or talking all afternoon to a reluctant clanmate. Now that he was alone, things were much more difficult. The reality didn’t come to him until he started to grow hungry that he had always relied on others for food. The lion tried eating plants, like Lessa always had, but it gave him no energy and actually made him feel worse. So, he resorted to eating prey that he found already killed, sometimes in the process of rotting. His stomach wasn’t meant for this, either, but it was something. He was virtually lost and couldn’t turn back now.
One day, however, he began to think about when it was the last time he’d spoken to anyone. It was then that he decided he needed company. Nearly anyone would do at this point.
So, here he was. Val wasn’t fond of the cold, but the many scents coming from this direction were a good indication he was going to encounter a group. Whether they were friendly he was about to find out. If they turned out to be hostile, the young lion supposed he could run. If not, at least he had hope of seeing his father again in whatever afterlife might exist.
Large paws shaking slightly, Valemon paused to sit back on his haunches and instead busied them by fiddling with the oversized cape draped over his shoulders. It kept him reasonably warm, but also held connotations of his family, providing loads of comfort. He could almost imagine it was his mother, body wrapped around him and his sister as they rested in their den. He decided he’d wait, so as to not be seen as aggressive. A growing cub such as himself shouldn’t come off as much of a threat, but he never knew.
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