- ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ɪ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴀ ɴ ─ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇᴠᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ◆
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- the world was large. a place filled with murder and love, a place filled with buildings and towns, countries and borders uncrossed and unheard of. it was a place of magic and wonder, a place where one could find themselves lost in amusement and glory. a magnificent land covered in patches of water, mountains, hills, soaring low to valley's and canyons. though still. the world was only large. nothing more and nothing less. but in the eyes of a waking pup, mainly one who'd never ventured farther from a teat, the world was massive and could swallow him whole.
his tiny orange blushed eyes fluttered open, the scent of all things soft and lovely rolling from his abnormally large frame as he picked himself up and barked around for some food. truth be told he should have been weaned months ago, though his little tummy craved for the sweetness that lay in his mothers warm milk... perhaps it was her longing for candy that kept it so rich in flavor? he supposed he was still taste-blind to these sort of things, being that the most he'd had so far was a chunk of chipmunk and a chewed up rabbit that was still too tough for him to handle. he looked down at his paws, smiling at the powder-gray color they were and wondering why his pads were speckled with a pinkish-brown tint. was he sick? nah. he didn't feel sick... but maybe he was? he didn't know. he was only a pup after all.
"Mummy! Mummy!" he called out, lifting himself from his butt and poking his head out of the den with a hiccup of fear as he flipped backward and sped off back into the hay that covered the floor. he'd never seen such a sight, being that his heart told him to stay where it was warm and where food was. "Mummy! Come back inside b-before the green gets you!" oh heavens, he didn't want his dear ole mother getting hurt! he had to do something! it was his job to take care of his mummy! "W-Wait mummy! I'll save you!" he puffed out his little chest, dashing forward and leaping out into the light.
but the truth was always a brutal one. for his mother was dead, the only mother he'd ever known was an old hunter who happened to be doing her rounds when she found him practically dead by the border... thank the stars for that. "Mummy?" he titled his head, little nose drenched in sunlight as he looked up at the bluebird egg sky as the bitter scent of sulfur hit him like a baseball bat. Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood plastered on the trees, blood on the leaves, grass, crimson coating the rocks and touching the stars. Of course he didn't understand, he wasn't meant to, they didn't want him to... And that was alright.
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"What the...," The volcanic eyes of the brute batted rays of light as he stretched out upon his den floor, the crisp smell of morning leaking onto his face as he let out a wincing whine. It had been a nightmare, more of a flashback of sorts in which he only wished he could clear his mind of. His ashen-smoke fur was ruffled and shaggy, sun-kissed eyes filled with insomnia and angst wander. He needed to get up, he needed to start the day with his clan and he was already running late. "What bloody time is it? Where are the rest of the p-pack mates?" By the time he made it to the entrance of his den, he was sure twenty minutes had passed, which probably didn't give him such a great image. He walked outside, letting out a short, soft howl-of-a-yawn before flopping down and letting his paws dangle off the edge of the high-rocked den. From here he saw everything, from here he watched his clan mates run and play around with the joy they should have. But he? Oh no. He had no time for joy, he had only time to focus. "I suppose it's time to send a hunting patrol out... Should probably tell Bishop about it." He yawned, pawing at his face before whining and laying his head back upon his paws, surely enough the sleepy brute had fallen back to sleep.
That was until Bishop filled the skies with his voice once again, and with lighting did he thrust his body downward upon the damp morning ground. The land shook before him, muscular shoulders rolling forward with every step his paws imprinted onto the dirt. He analyzed everything, nose twitching, eyes scanning across the land as his legs brought him beside the boss man himself. Of course, not without noticing Neith was nesting rather cozily in the background. He glanced over at her in acknowledgement, allowing his body to ease down until it was lapping up the cold waters of life with his tongue. He shifted, smiling at his leader for a moment before nodding at Neith. It was a proper greeting for them both. "Morning, m'sir. Might we get to work, then? What is on the menu for today's work schedule?"
[ heavy english ] [ mood: alarmed, tired ] [ bishop's right-paw ] [ male ] [ 5 years ] [ tags: bishop, neith ] [ location: his den, creek ]
