Like trying to save an ice cube from the cold

Harlowe D'Angelo · 01-07-2011, 05:07 AM

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The past few weeks had set Harlowe's teeth on edge. When he had first come to Anathema, it was supposed to have been his safe haven, the place where Mother returned home to him. He had been so happy upon first finding that meeting and coming across Mother there; the chocolate-tipped boy could have died of his joy at the sight of his pale-furred mother again. Everything had been just heavenly for fifteen minutes, or maybe even less, and then the shadow made himself known. Scorpius. Harlowe hadn't even cared when his mother had initially spoken of his brother's existence; it was only upon realizing that yes, indeed, there was a live, actual younger brother of his now did the news truly sink in for the Zepar. Since then, everything had been terrible -- his mother had paid him nearly no mind, and Harlowe simply could not comprehend that she had the whole pack to care for. She was their leader -- while he knew this well, he did not truly understand what all of it entailed.

Harlowe wanted nothing more than to simply head home and curl up in his cave for the night. He had always been an early sleeper and riser, but living underground did not allow him quite the same luxury. With no sun to shine on his face, he had been sleeping in later each day, which made it more difficult for him to sneak away from Scorpius before the boy was up and looking for him. He was exhausted from thinking and pacing and writing, which he did plenty of -- most of his time now was spent doing just that. His thoughts rarely changed; they merely churned over mother and her rejection, Scorpius and his ability to annoy. There were no solutions that he could see, and though his thoughts were all the same cycle of doubt, guilt, rage, and sadness, he wrote them down anyway, expecting some different outcome from the very same motions.

The chocolate-tipped boy was deep in thought upon entering the cave, and so he did not detect Scorpius. The sudden scuffle behind him registered a moment too late, and a searing pain bit through his tail, red hot and like fire. He yelped in pain and swung around wildly, swinging his thin arms into the shadows directly behind him, still whimpering and yelping his pain.

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