by canary. » Fri Jul 14, 2017 4:52 pm
➝Username: frequency
➝Name: aldwin brennor
➝Gender: male
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All was quiet. There was no soft pitter-patter of footsteps, not even the birds sang their songs. Some would've said it was peaceful, some would have said it was unusual. It was far too quiet though, for him at least. Finally, after a few good minutes, he stood up. pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Noise. The kalon grinned to himself as he wandered aimlessly. The lone male quietly walked down the street. His footsteps were so loud compared to the silence of course; it bugged him. He was always alone, but never this alone. It was strange, he had never experienced anything like it. Silence speaks the most, he thought to himself. Of course, it was long after everyone fled to another city after the horrors they experienced. Of course, he was practically alone since he was just a kit. He hadn't heard his name in years, he never talked to anyone. "Him" is what they called the kalon. The few other kalons that lived in the deserted city never really acknowledged him, though. When they did, they would whisper about him. But, majority of the time, those kalons were very loud. They loved to talk, and talk, and talk again. Not today, though. They were gone. All of them. Not one in sight. He kept on walking, until... He stopped. He saw something move in the bushes. He inched closer, not really scared if anything would happen, since no one would remember him or listen to his story anyway. The object moved again, and he moved closer. He shifted the branches so he could see what was moving, but his blood ran cold. The creature stared at him with wide eyes, yet no one made a sound. It was a kalon kit. It had white eyes and greyish-brown fur with strange white markings on it, laying down in a basket. The adult stood up and looked around. No one was in sight. How long was this kit here? He picked the kit up and held it in his arms. After he picked up the poor kit, he saw a note left in the woven basket. He also picked it up and read it. "Male" was all it had said. He threw away the note and looked back at the kit in his arms. All this time the baby had not made a sound, it just stared. He finally got a good look of the kit, getting a feeling of déjà vu when he stared back in his eyes. He felt like he remembered someone with the same eyes. "Well," the larger male spoke, with a very raspy, sore voice, "Your name will be Aldwin, meaning 'old friend'." Suddenly, Aldwin made the face all babies make before crying. He started freaking out, what do you do to stop a small kit from crying?! Yet, Aldwin never made a sound, but it looked as if he was crying. Aldwin's mute. He rocked the baby in his arms slowly, and somehow, Aldwin seemed to get sleepier and sleepier, and finally, went to sleep.
A couple years later, Aldwin was being taught everything his 'father' knew. How to hunt, cook, fight, and things any kit would learn in school. He was proud of Aldwin. At first, he never thought he would be able to take care of a mute kit. Aldwin was just so open to learning, it amazed him. The only thing he was scared of is the horrors that might happen. The horrors that made everyone in the town leave... He'd never forget what happen, despite him being so young at the time. The ruler of the territory wanted to burn the city to the ground. And, he did. The knights deported people from their homes, stole all their money, and took them as prisoners. Of course, he was very cunning at the time and knew all the twists and turns, alleyways and places to hide. After the ruler left, he moved on to another city. The citizens were scared that what happened to the previous city may happen to them, so only the brave stayed. Today though, Aldwin's 'father' wanted to take him out to see.. More people. "Aldwin," the male pronounced, "Tomorrow we are going to another city." Hearing those words made Aldwin drop the apple he was eating. He mouthed out 'why' before picking it up again and discarding it in the trash. Aldwin got no response, so he just picked up his backpack and started packing.
The next day, they came to a city. Everything was fine, and there were tons of kalons. Aldwin looked everywhere with wide-eyes, never seeing so many kalons in one place before. Everyone seemed so happy, Aldwin enjoyed it, but his 'father' was a little bit... Afraid, per se. he could sense something bad was coming their way in his gut. Although, they wandered in the city for hours, buying things, meeting people, and looking at buildings. Until, fire. Fire, fire, fire. Kalons were screaming. Aldwin clung to his 'father' in fear. He clutched Aldwin tightly and ran with Aldwin. The city was huge though, and he didn't know where to hide. how come, after so many years, that damned king is still reigning over this territory? Knights flooded in, grabbing people and tying them up. Some knights grabbed Aldwin's 'father' by the arm. "Run!" He exclaimed, and Aldwin did so. He ran, past the guards and over the hills. His 'father' taught him how to run, and hide of course. Aldwin kept running, until he could not hear anything anymore. He sat on a rock; he sat there for a while. He silently cried, would he ever see him again? Would he remember him? What... What was his name? All was quiet. There was no soft pitter-patter of footsteps, not even the birds sang their songs. He got up and wiped his tears away. No... He will see him again.
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canary. on Sat Jul 15, 2017 8:21 am, edited 3 times in total.
