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Cold.. It’s so cold.
A small figure coiled itself upon the gelidly soil, attempting to keep its body from freezing, yet it was no use. His petite nose breathing in the moist air; odors of death, plague and rotten flesh penetrating his nostrils. ‘I’m so cold.’ The youngster whined, his frame weakened from lack of nutrition, lack of nurture and love. Nothing but distance, coldheartedness and ignorance has the world provided to the whelp ever since he was gifted life.

‘At least I have Jarel.’ Fatigued irises faintly roamed to the chocolate male next to the pupper. Without the mutual share of warmth, still radiating from their runty bodies, their existence would have been erased from this world, death draining their lives out of their mortal shells. The wolf could sense the movements of his brother’s ribcage, ever so slowly heightening and lowering. ‘Never stop breathing, Jarel… please, never leave me.’

However, the fact that one presence was absent never exited his mind. “Mama…” a shaky, quiet voice whispered the word. This time, his brother reacted to his vocals; a receptor rotating forward, hopeful to perceive a sound, a movement from the frigid canine positioned secluded from the two youths. Yet their mother would not move, as both pups anticipated. Never would she respond to another, ever since she bear the two whippersnappers the wolf seemed mute, isolated from any social interaction by her own will.

“Mama…” He repeated, limbs assisting him, with the little strength they had left, to lift himself of the ground and navigate his paws towards their source of life; his mother. Despite the fact that he stood in front of her, fragile and ready to collapse, she devoted not her slightest interest towards him, facing the rock formations of the den they decayed in.

“Mama, please.” he begged, his eyes glistening within the darkness as they started to wet. “I’m sorry, Mama.” the pup lowered his frame in submission, angst and desperation. “Whatever I did, I am so sorry Mama.” Tears melted into his cheek fur, voice high-pitched as sorrow spread itself within his heart. “But please, Mama, please. We need you. It is so cold in here...”

Yet, as always; No response.

Just something quick I did today to show that I am not dead! Just finals... so, close, eh?
This is about Viyad's past, an insight to his relationship to his mother (if you can even call this a relationship xD)

Description

Cold.. It’s so cold.
A small figure coiled itself upon the gelidly soil, attempting to keep its body from freezing, yet it was no use. His petite nose breathing in the moist air; odors of death, plague and rotten flesh penetrating his nostrils. ‘I’m so cold.’ The youngster whined, his frame weakened from lack of nutrition, lack of nurture and love. Nothing but distance, coldheartedness and ignorance has the world provided to the whelp ever since he was gifted life.

‘At least I have Jarel.’ Fatigued irises faintly roamed to the chocolate male next to the pupper. Without the mutual share of warmth, still radiating from their runty bodies, their existence would have been erased from this world, death draining their lives out of their mortal shells. The wolf could sense the movements of his brother’s ribcage, ever so slowly heightening and lowering. ‘Never stop breathing, Jarel… please, never leave me.’

However, the fact that one presence was absent never exited his mind. “Mama…” a shaky, quiet voice whispered the word. This time, his brother reacted to his vocals; a receptor rotating forward, hopeful to perceive a sound, a movement from the frigid canine positioned secluded from the two youths. Yet their mother would not move, as both pups anticipated. Never would she respond to another, ever since she bear the two whippersnappers the wolf seemed mute, isolated from any social interaction by her own will.

“Mama…” He repeated, limbs assisting him, with the little strength they had left, to lift himself of the ground and navigate his paws towards their source of life; his mother. Despite the fact that he stood in front of her, fragile and ready to collapse, she devoted not her slightest interest towards him, facing the rock formations of the den they decayed in.

“Mama, please.” he begged, his eyes glistening within the darkness as they started to wet. “I’m sorry, Mama.” the pup lowered his frame in submission, angst and desperation. “Whatever I did, I am so sorry Mama.” Tears melted into his cheek fur, voice high-pitched as sorrow spread itself within his heart. “But please, Mama, please. We need you. It is so cold in here...”

Yet, as always; No response.

Just something quick I did today to show that I am not dead! Just finals... so, close, eh?
This is about Viyad's past, an insight to his relationship to his mother (if you can even call this a relationship xD)