Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
To be lost, never found [ open ] IP: 65.29.75.36 Posted on January 16, 2019 at 06:27:09 PM by Dragan
“… Mom?… Mom? Wake up.” A limb clad in notched armor nuzzled against his mother‘s back, his claws closed loosely as he nudged her, hoping for her to wake. But there was no movement, no response… Nothing other than the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed as if in a deep slumber. Dragan laughed, but there was no joy in his laughter - it was an attempt to cut the tension… A hope that it was all just a trick. “Ha ha, you got me. Very funny Mom. But it’s time to get up now.” Dragan had apparently been the last to wake himself, and he found himself alone and scared… And so he turned both his emeralds upon his body toward his other mother, and then scrambled to her side. “Mama, Mama, wake up. There’s something wrong with Mom!” This time it was a more urgent gesture, both of his claws unfurled as he pushed hard against her back, or at least as hard as a pup could push… But just as with his first parent, she did not wake. “Oh no… Not you too…” He flung himself to the floor dramatically in a tantrum, but for once this was a child’s tantrum that was not entirely without reason. He had fallen asleep as if nothing was the matter, he had fallen asleep with two parents who cared for him, in their cozy done with his siblings around him. And when he awoke it was as if he was the last kid picked for gym class - he felt unwanted, as if his siblings had felt it unimportant to wake him… Only to find that his parents would not awaken either. He had gone from a loved child to a forgotten orphan, but he had no idea what to do about it. Great heaving sobs fell from his mouth as he wept, occasionally his breath exhaling with a sliver of a hiss. Long moments past - moments that had no length of time, because he had no idea what time it was when he had awoken, and he had idea what time it was when he stop crying.
But at some point in time, his tiny frame became dehydrated enough to have no more tears to cry. His eyes were bloodshot, giving them the appearance of almost Christmas colors, were there to be any humans around to recognize the color combination. His nose was caked in half dried snot, his tears had stained crystalline path upon his light gray mask. He choked on his next cry and swallowed it, immediately getting the hiccups as his diaphragm spasmed. But he sat up slightly, dancing every few seconds from another round of hiccups, he shifted his gaze from one of his mothers to the other, his shoulders drooped in despair. “Mom… Mama… What am I supposed to do now? Where am I supposed to go? Where are my siblings? Why did you leave me…?” He inhaled sharply, pulling the remainder of the wet boogers within his nose and swallowed with a grimace, and then he began to scratch his scales against his nose to clean off the dried portion.
“Oh...”
He coughed and stood shakily, and begin to wander out of the den. At the mouth of the den, he turned around to look at them with one last semblance of hope - hoping that they would wake suddenly, but knowing that they would not. He glanced out of his leg, wincing, but decidedly put his incisors over one of his scales and ripped it out, putting it at the mouth of the cave. If they ever did wake… At least they would know that he had been there. Maybe they would remember him… Maybe they would come looking for him… If he was still alive.
Dragan‘s parents were unique in many fashions. Kirastasia’s whole reason for being was to be loved, but she had quite the ability to hold grudges against those who hurt her. And Kahlan… She held her emotions close to her chest, but Dragan had already seen and learned that her love was shown through her actions more often than her words. She always made time for them, make sure they wanted for nothing… Until now that is. He had been loved and sheltered… Perhaps it would be something that worked against him though as he went out to the world without any idea of how cruel it could be. For they had loved him just as he was… And he was now about to face the cruel judgment of the first wolf he came apart. And so the young one begin to wonder… Perhaps it was minutes, perhaps it was hours. What does it matter? He was alone, incapable of defending himself, and incapable of feeding himself. He was at the mercy of nature and fate, and perhaps that would see him dead. All that he knew was that eventually, exhausted from crying all of his energy away, hungry with his stomach rumbling and terrified of what he would have to do in order to survive, he collapsed.
“Hel… Hello? Is anyone there? My parents… My parents are gone… And I’m lost. Please… I need help.”