08-02-2016, 12:36 AM
TORRID
tarnished x kerowyn, skeleton shifting, wanderer
tarnished x kerowyn, skeleton shifting, wanderer
Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made
Torrid’s mother also couldn’t seem to stay in one place.
She hadn’t been neglectful in any way. He had always had his belly full and a warm body to curl up against at night when the darkness creeped upon them. He had older sisters to keep him company and he had all his bumps and bruises fussed over appropriately. But ever since the bright flash of light that had shone in the distance, his mother had suddenly become engrossed in some mysterious mission.
It had been disconcerting.
She had packed up their little family and hurriedly coaxed them into a fast pace of travel. The skeleton boy had been bewildered by her brusque manner. She wasn’t overly concerned with her surrounding children and the way they seemed to be lagging tiredly behind her. The second night of travel had resulted into Torrid becoming separated from his group. It had been dark and a sudden rustling noise to his right had made the poor boy lose his footing and take a tumble down the leaf-littered raised elevations of the forest.
He had been lost to the night.
Now the yearling wandered the forest, desperately searching for any clues of his family’s whereabouts. It was during this fruitless wandering that he happened to bump into another child perhaps as lost as he was. Her appearance seemed to be a bit unkempt and gross, much like his other ugly self. She was certainly much smaller than himself and the skeleton boy briefly wondered where any of her family members were. She was much too young, in his opinion, to be allowed out of sight just yet.
The blue roan boy approached the girl with concern flashing through his eyes in an otherwise fairly stoic expression to his face. He had long since ran out of any tears to cry and now his fear and worry became locked behind a thin wall of dying hope. He couldn’t bear to leave this girl alone if she truly was just as lost as himself.
“Are you all right?”
She hadn’t been neglectful in any way. He had always had his belly full and a warm body to curl up against at night when the darkness creeped upon them. He had older sisters to keep him company and he had all his bumps and bruises fussed over appropriately. But ever since the bright flash of light that had shone in the distance, his mother had suddenly become engrossed in some mysterious mission.
It had been disconcerting.
She had packed up their little family and hurriedly coaxed them into a fast pace of travel. The skeleton boy had been bewildered by her brusque manner. She wasn’t overly concerned with her surrounding children and the way they seemed to be lagging tiredly behind her. The second night of travel had resulted into Torrid becoming separated from his group. It had been dark and a sudden rustling noise to his right had made the poor boy lose his footing and take a tumble down the leaf-littered raised elevations of the forest.
He had been lost to the night.
Now the yearling wandered the forest, desperately searching for any clues of his family’s whereabouts. It was during this fruitless wandering that he happened to bump into another child perhaps as lost as he was. Her appearance seemed to be a bit unkempt and gross, much like his other ugly self. She was certainly much smaller than himself and the skeleton boy briefly wondered where any of her family members were. She was much too young, in his opinion, to be allowed out of sight just yet.
The blue roan boy approached the girl with concern flashing through his eyes in an otherwise fairly stoic expression to his face. He had long since ran out of any tears to cry and now his fear and worry became locked behind a thin wall of dying hope. He couldn’t bear to leave this girl alone if she truly was just as lost as himself.
“Are you all right?”