03-13-2020, 08:29 PM
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Ivan bristled in shock, too caught up in his own whirling mind to notice that his mother had come to his rescue. The little kitten blinked and trembled, his throat closing up. Feeling some sense of semblance come over him, he jerked his head around and promptly aimed to bury his face in his mother's fur as she brushed against him. Muffled sobbing noises left his throat and he desperately tried to hide it within Moth's chest. He was young, but crying never really came easy to him. It actually shocked him, to know what was capable of making him shake and shiver like this.
He could only nod weakly in response to her question. A lie, but a harmless one. It wasn't like he was lying about staying up or going further than he was supposed to. He scented his father and sniffled. His tears began to dry up and he blinked blearily at the sawbone. Who's this? Who's who? He had forgotten the monster claiming sanctuary under his paw.
"I-I-I don't know." Ivan stammered. Was it one bird or two? Why was it following him like this? He didn't want to be its parent. "It won't leave." A bitter taste entered his senses and he glanced up to see a wolf he might have only seen once so far. He sneezed at the smell, and suddenly Caustic was addressing him.
It wasn't reassuring. It wasn't comforting. But it transfixed Ivan in a way he wasn't quite able to grasp. Caustic smelt bad but he was ... intelligent? What did Caustic mean, if nothing ever mattered except the purpose of survival? What purpose was served when the chicks lost their first breath at the claws of their own sibling? He found it difficult to accept, but it was better than any fluff about heaven. Ivan could not quite figure out where he stood. He blinked rapidly and almost instinctively curled his paw around the mutated one, as if expecting Caustic to grab it to serve some purpose. "That's cruel to think one's purpose is to die for another to live and grow stronger." He managed to say through blurred vision.
He turned sheepishly to his parents. "Should I ... leave it ...?" He motioned to the dual-headed bird with his free paw.
He could only nod weakly in response to her question. A lie, but a harmless one. It wasn't like he was lying about staying up or going further than he was supposed to. He scented his father and sniffled. His tears began to dry up and he blinked blearily at the sawbone. Who's this? Who's who? He had forgotten the monster claiming sanctuary under his paw.
"I-I-I don't know." Ivan stammered. Was it one bird or two? Why was it following him like this? He didn't want to be its parent. "It won't leave." A bitter taste entered his senses and he glanced up to see a wolf he might have only seen once so far. He sneezed at the smell, and suddenly Caustic was addressing him.
It wasn't reassuring. It wasn't comforting. But it transfixed Ivan in a way he wasn't quite able to grasp. Caustic smelt bad but he was ... intelligent? What did Caustic mean, if nothing ever mattered except the purpose of survival? What purpose was served when the chicks lost their first breath at the claws of their own sibling? He found it difficult to accept, but it was better than any fluff about heaven. Ivan could not quite figure out where he stood. He blinked rapidly and almost instinctively curled his paw around the mutated one, as if expecting Caustic to grab it to serve some purpose. "That's cruel to think one's purpose is to die for another to live and grow stronger." He managed to say through blurred vision.
He turned sheepishly to his parents. "Should I ... leave it ...?" He motioned to the dual-headed bird with his free paw.