11-10-2017, 05:07 PM
More time, his body and mind needed more time to heal. His arrival to this realm hadn’t gone without a blast, one that had left him bruised and broken. These last few weeks he had struggled to move, even breathing had hurt in the beginning, and he didn’t know how he had gotten through these past few weeks.
But physically and mentally. His bruised body had started to heal, breathing had gotten easier and his walking had improved to a slight stumble only. Hiroto avoids putting too much weight on his left foreleg, but in general all his steps are rather short and carefully taken.
Today his goal was the river. He had been there before, passed past the last trees to reach it, but he preferred the privacy of the forest. The solitude and loneliness matched his broken heart perfectly, if one would see him right now, nobody would see the outgoing and playful Hiroto that was hidden underneath. All what he once was, he wasn’t anymore.
Stripped of his task and goal, shunned and punished, then kicked out.
Now, a couple of weeks later he still hadn’t done anything to take care of himself. His pale lips dip towards the cold water. It only hadn’t frozen up yet because of the current, and since he had gotten past the point of caring, the cold didn’t bother him. Just as the dirty state of his body, dried blood around several older wounds and grass and sand all over him.
Once Hiroto would have cared, after all, he had represented his goddess in other realms, but with that goal, that life, stripped away from him, what was there to live for?
But physically and mentally. His bruised body had started to heal, breathing had gotten easier and his walking had improved to a slight stumble only. Hiroto avoids putting too much weight on his left foreleg, but in general all his steps are rather short and carefully taken.
Today his goal was the river. He had been there before, passed past the last trees to reach it, but he preferred the privacy of the forest. The solitude and loneliness matched his broken heart perfectly, if one would see him right now, nobody would see the outgoing and playful Hiroto that was hidden underneath. All what he once was, he wasn’t anymore.
Stripped of his task and goal, shunned and punished, then kicked out.
Now, a couple of weeks later he still hadn’t done anything to take care of himself. His pale lips dip towards the cold water. It only hadn’t frozen up yet because of the current, and since he had gotten past the point of caring, the cold didn’t bother him. Just as the dirty state of his body, dried blood around several older wounds and grass and sand all over him.
Once Hiroto would have cared, after all, he had represented his goddess in other realms, but with that goal, that life, stripped away from him, what was there to live for?