faithless, faceless- child at border

Words. Words flew at him like a bird, attacking his aching senses, attacking his mind. He couldn't analyze. A whine drifted from his muzzle, as if begging Charlot to pipe down a little bit. He lifted his gray eyes towards Charlot, as he pinned the nail on the head- Kydobi. His father. His eyes sparked a bit, as if clearing the skies, the gray clearing for the deep ocean blues behind. And like a fish out of water, gasping for air, he tried to push himself up a little bit. "Need.. need t' get to him." He responded, his voice weak and thin.

And then there was a shadow. And the shadow descended towards him, talking, speaking. He was a bit overwhelmed, seeing the chance in Astiar all of a sudden. Speech wasn't possible the last time he said anything to him. "You.. I fed you once." Piers said in a soft voice, pushing off of his front paws, trying to stand all the way up. He stumbled towards Astiar, as if leaning into the recognizable figure. "Need... need Kydobi. Please." He asked, almost begging him.

Piers was scared, scared enough that tears were dripping down his cheeks.

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