Username; JulieMew1010
Name; Devlin (Irish name meaning “brave; fierce”)
Gender; Male
What do they do to relax?; (477/500 Words)
Devlin laid in the sand, keeping still despite the sweltering heat. The sun’s powerful light had barely any effect on him- he was practically born to live in these conditions. Trained by his family to survive any situation. Trained to live through any conditions the world threw at him. They were only trying to help him survive on his own. He sighed, back sore from the small rocks digging into his skin and tail. He jumped up, glaring at the empty land around him. He could see a lone tree, black with death and sucked dry because of the desert’s wrath. He stared at it for a solid minute before walking away, barely past the tree to a small hole, just big enough for him to jump into. He backed up and ran, straightening into a practiced dive and landing in a small pool. He groaned when his head bumped a small stalactite. He wanted to clear them out, but he never had the motivation. He waded through the pool to a small shore, littered with scraps of old blankets and curtains to help him stay comfy inside the dank cave. There was a small chest, filled with memories and albums- but with one very important item from his past. He took in a deep breath and reached into the chest, pulling out an old comforter. It was white with a black skull and crossbones. His mind suddenly sucked him into a collection of short memories.
He was laying his pirate blanket over a set of chairs to make a fort.
He was crying, wrapped in his blanket to keep him from having to explain his mess.
He was being tucked in by his father, blanket hugging and calming him.
He let out a small sob- but snapped into it. He was alone now, and that’s how it would stay. He sighed and took the blanket, walking slowly towards the pool. He held the blanket on his back and tied it around his neck like a cape, wading carefully through the pool and being careful not to get it wet. He climbed through an opening in the cave and emerged on the sand above. The sun hit him like a wave, and he let out a small gasp. He walked towards the blackened tree and held up the blanket to one of the thickest- looking branches. He squinted and tried to see a good angle for the blanket- then he knew. He tied the corners of the blanket to two different parts of two low-hanging branches, like a little roof. He squatted and crawled under the blanket, feeling immediate relief from the sun. He dug a small hole, feeling the coolness of the soft soil underneath. His father had always said to be brave and don’t trust anything- but Devlin felt more peaceful than he ever had.
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