AlphaBlueWolf
Moonchaser
Blitzen gazed at Jesse in confusion. The man across from him had stopped speaking all together. Was he supposed to do something? Was he meant to understand the last thing Jesse had said? He couldn't do anything, even if he was supposed to, because the words came out as gibberish.
He was glad when Jesse started moving again, grabbing a stick and digging into the dirt once more. He started drawing something that resembled Blitzen and pointed to the figure, saying it was in fact meant to be him. Once again, his face grew a smile. He was happy to hear his name be spoken.
He watched as two other figures were drawn beside the one meant to be him, those being much bigger. It took him a few moments to realize that the other was talking about his parents. He scooted closer to the drawing and inched his fingers onto the figures meant to be his parents. A soft purr like noise escaped his throat. He wasn't speaking any words in his language. The noise was supposed to be only that, a noise.
His eyes looked at the figures with a fondness. He longed to see his parents again, his home again. The fondness turned to an expression of sadness as he remembered horrific events, he wished he could forget. The screams of what sounded like his parents. The brief sight and smell of the molten blood possessed by his species. And the way he had been rushed out of the room with no sign of his parents running behind him.
He suddenly pushed himself backwards and turned his head away from the drawing. It was all too painful. Not just the stinging of his wounds but the memories of what happened. That's what hurt the most. Not knowing what had happened, where he was now, or if he'd even be able to get home and see his parents again.
The feelings overwhelmed him, making his ears droop and his tail lay lifelessly on the ground. He needed to calm down, but it was all still so fresh in his mind.]
TheSpeck
He was glad when Jesse started moving again, grabbing a stick and digging into the dirt once more. He started drawing something that resembled Blitzen and pointed to the figure, saying it was in fact meant to be him. Once again, his face grew a smile. He was happy to hear his name be spoken.
He watched as two other figures were drawn beside the one meant to be him, those being much bigger. It took him a few moments to realize that the other was talking about his parents. He scooted closer to the drawing and inched his fingers onto the figures meant to be his parents. A soft purr like noise escaped his throat. He wasn't speaking any words in his language. The noise was supposed to be only that, a noise.
His eyes looked at the figures with a fondness. He longed to see his parents again, his home again. The fondness turned to an expression of sadness as he remembered horrific events, he wished he could forget. The screams of what sounded like his parents. The brief sight and smell of the molten blood possessed by his species. And the way he had been rushed out of the room with no sign of his parents running behind him.
He suddenly pushed himself backwards and turned his head away from the drawing. It was all too painful. Not just the stinging of his wounds but the memories of what happened. That's what hurt the most. Not knowing what had happened, where he was now, or if he'd even be able to get home and see his parents again.
The feelings overwhelmed him, making his ears droop and his tail lay lifelessly on the ground. He needed to calm down, but it was all still so fresh in his mind.]
TheSpeck
