and a partridge in a pear tree - treespasser

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

What would happen next, it was not really a surprise, given everything. His father's approach was expected most times he goes out, the lion seemingly always aware of whatever trail the tiger places himself upon. And, the protective nature of the male was just as normal. However, he cannot hold back his shock as the male immediately threatens the creature. Perhaps childish and stupid, knowing the fact they had just finished a war, that he was used as a weapon, that violence was not uncommon here - nor really anywhere. But he cannot help it. His paws fumble backwards, breathing heavy as he is now looking away. He is looking to the ground, glowing eyes wide and seeming to go some place far away now. He hates it. He hates the sounds. The noise. The smell. It follows him wherever he goes. But he cannot talk someone out of it anymore. It was bigger than just him and his brother. It was bigger than the lab. Bigger than he could hope to stop.

At least, that is how it felt.

But, violence never felt right. It never felt the right thing to do.

And maybe he's the only person in the entire world, entire universe to feel that way, but it was how he's always felt, and it wouldn't change. He can't imagine it ever changing.

He hated how it felt.

He shouldn't hate. He shouldn't. But, he did. And it wouldn't go away. His body struggles against itself, frown present upon his features. His father was trying to protect him, surely there was something to be appreciated there. Surely that was not something to be upset over. But then more arrive. One speaks out. A familiar voice. With a message that reflected his own feelings. His gaze shoots towards her, body lowering into a crouch. He gulps, unable to speak out, unable to gain a grasp on the ground below him.

Last time, he had ran. He had ran so far that he reached the ocean, his mind buzzing just moments before going silent. Today, the same noise arises, but he finds himself stuck. No fire. No movement. Just heavy breathing, fuzzy voices.

He gives in. Lays down, head resting upon his shaking paws, sparks threatening to fly from them. The boy's eyes stare forward now.

Here on the ground, it was easier to focus. Easier to drown everything out. And so he keeps his attention on the Pittian. The large creature that had abducted him previously held little interest in the others. He had recalled, only briefly, interacting with it. What knowledge it held, he did not really know. It did not seem totally aware, that much was clear. And, when he had confronted him, he had been eating. Perhaps it was like how he had used to be. Aware of his surroundings, but driven by instinct, a need for food, for survival. "HH-Hungry," the boy would let out weakly, gesturing to the large bug. "Think...th-think he wants ff-food." It was an idea, one that he could not quite communicate.