My eyes blinked when he grunted and lowered his rump to the ground. Yes, alone. I can feel the alone. It is almost like an aura, or something that I cannot explain, but he is alone, so very alone, but most do not realize we are all alone, even when we are not alone. Something is in his eyes though, something, but I cannot grasp what as I stare into them with my own bright yellows.

When he does use his voice my ears twitch and I pull my head back a bit, not quite expecting what I hear, but not offended at all either. Rough voice. Rough from being alone. So alone. I frown. Accent. Different accent. Not from here? Alone, not from here. So alone. He asks why anyone is alone and I think he asks if I am out alone but his words are strange and odd. I have not heard them before. I blink, and I move quickly to sit with my rump possibly touching his left hip if allowed, my smaller form leaning in slightly as I then paw at the grass. I find no issue with my actions and closeness that I demand, as for now Obsidian and Ruby are not gnawing at my mind in a way they usually are.

”Weeeee shadow,” I repeat, mimicking his accent. ”Weeeee shadow, weeee shadow,” I say as my paws continue swatting aimlessly at grass. She did not find threat in him- at least not yet. Not like when she sees Eden and his evil. No, she does not, he is different, not the same as others, different, but I am not scared. No, not scared. But wee shadow? Is that me?

” Am I wee shadow? Wee shadow is alone, yes, alone, just as you are alone, you see, it happens to us all, yes...all of us,” I say, my paw stopping their swiping as I turn my head close to his, my yellow eyes continuously wide other than the occasional twitch.

”Ever since she killed him, I have been alone. Alone alone alone,” I say, my frown continuing. Solaris was a companion of mine for many years, but he never truly, really, got ride of the numbness of being alone in the world separated from my imprint, my Roamin. There is a loneliness no one will understand less they see it themselves. You know I did what is best for you I hear as my mother’s voice chews in my mind, and my own head shakes in irritation trying to get her OUT.

”My soul is gone. Gone gone gone. One day, I will bring him back, yes, yes...have you had a soul yet?” I ask, tilting my head, wondering if he has experienced the bond of imprint yet. So much to say to him, this boy alone. So much he needs to know. I will tell him, if he listens...



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