mustard gas - goldenluxury

It was no lie the thought of his mother losing her memory weighed harshly on his chest. It was a bitter thought. No memory of Sam, no memory of the golden sands, her father, all the history she told him as a child as a bed time story. Heavy were his paws as he padded into the temple- as he had spent as much of his time outside as possible- and started to search for her. Slowly, his green optics swept the temple floors, avoiding Roan and Rosemary as he padded along, still keeping off of his front right leg.

"Mom? Er- fuck. Goldenluxury, if you can hear me, let me know! I'd.. like to chat." His words were watery, withdrawn. A bitter tone, something about the way his eyes stung just forcing himself to be more formal, uptight. Something tight drawn to his chest and the way the bitterness of the thought alone.. he couldn't take. He just needed to set it straight, and hopefully, there'd be some way to push forward with all of this. Hopefully.

[member=48]goldenluxury[/member]

"SPEECH"

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