Alexey. Backdate this thread about one week?
The day was slowly turning into night again, and the child’s heart sunk deeper. In the outskirts of Halifax, inside a shop, under the counter, was Conor Soul. Fear was a feeling he had grown accustomed to, but it was clear that it would never be his friend. The little boy had stopped calling for help, stopped weeping loudly. Now there were only salty tears streaming down his face in silence. Back at the nice man’s place, Conor had only wanted to go visit Alexey to tell her that he was alright. Her warm voice and nice smell was very much missed. The child had left the cabin where he and Emwe had lived for a little while, and when he had realized that it was too far to walk and that he did not even know where to walk to find Alexey, he had tried to turn back, but Conor had already been lost by then. The only reason why the child had not starved to death was because of a half frozen deer carcass that had temporally been abandoned by a badger (that was most likely only finishing the rests after a larger predator.). A few pieces of cold, tasteless meat and he had been chased away by the cruel animal. He was smaller than the badger, and the Soul puppy had found the shop with the counter, and there was a gap between the counter and the floor just large enough for Conor to get under, but the badger was too big.
The boy did not know it, but he was slowly dying. His growing body needed nutrition. He had sometimes dared to poke his snout out of the shop to drink from a dirty puddle with foul tasting water, but that was it. Now his strength had left his body, and he was barely able to move at all. He was tired and cold and unhappy. All he really wanted to do was to sleep, but his belly ached together with his entire body. Why hadn’t anyone come and brought him home? A brown tail shivered against his belly. Cold, the nights were always so cold, and it was coming for him again. The shadows grew large and became alive, clawing after him with large hands, laughing at him because he was so small and weak. The child gazed up at the bottom of the counter, where there were gnawing marks because a little wolf puppy had been hungry. Conor laid his face down on the floor and placed his paws over his eyes, and tried to cover himself up as best he could. It was mommy and daddy’s fault, they had sent her to black-and-white-man and then he had not come and found Conor when he had gotten lost! The little child wanted to cry out in despair, but he had already tried same thing several times, but no one ever came, except for the badger, which had tried to eat him.
It was probably gone now, but the fear had been more than strong enough to make the child stay where he was, and as his limited resourced had been used, he would probably never be able to move from the counter at all. |
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