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The door was not really there. It was a mental thing. Moving all the way downstairs to find something to drink seemed impossible to do. His sharp talons dug into the mattress and slowly tore a deep line before he ceased all movement. His hackles slightly rose as the fever rampaged through his body in violent waves. He tried to lick his muzzle, but his parched tongue rasped against the dry skin gave no salvation. Thankfully the house was quiet. A few days earlier he had considered switching to a vacant bedroom with a door, but it had seemed such an effort, so he had decided to live on without a door for now. He had always used this room, even throughout the mateship with the bitch, Firefly. When he felt better he would fix it. Just, not now.. Not even voices could be heard anymore. He lay there, existing in the moment, seemingly dying, but blessed with complete silence but for the quiet whispering words in the back of his head, together with quiet sobs. Hell was loose.
A crack sounded outside the door, and the male slightly stirred, rage, annoyance and fear stroke him as the control panel had been deactivated by the raging fever in his body. The man found himself panting, both in an attempt to rid himself of some temperature as well as from discomfort. Alexey stepped into the room and looked at him with something he usually took as resentment. Her blood would be sweet the day of her death. Why was she here? She was the puppy sitter and he was no child, so she had no right to interrupt his miserable afternoon. Or had she come to rescue him? He hoped so, anticipated the feeling that would hit his little heart when she picked him up and gave the same love to him as she gave to Conor and Emwe. It was unfair. Iskata had left him after she had washed off the bloody red from him. This woman would not leave him. No one would leave him anymore.
He could not remember. She had cleaned him and held him until he fell asleep, and now he was somewhere else. It was not dark here. Darkness had blinded him for so long, but he was able to see now. His unmoving orbs finally moved to settle on the latte coated female with the pretty hair. A pulsing desire to see her turn soaked in red came to his mind, but it could not be real. His mind seemed clear, but there were some foggy images of strange things and words he did not speak and action he did not execute. Crimson was a pretty colour, but he could not make her fur turn into that colour. That was what it was, right? She would be pretty in red, although she was very pretty now as well. The darkness had withdrawn when her footsteps had sounded in the stairs. She had come to save him from the nightmares.
He closed his eyes. Pain was better than darkness, but it made him want to weep. It was so strong. And it was so hot in here. ”Hurts..” His paw twitched and buried the dark gray fangs deeper into the soft mattress of the bed. His muscles were itching. ”Don't be angry.” He opened the stunningly blue eyes to gaze upon the angel woman once again. She was light, and light brown was almost white. Golden eyes were almost silver eyes. It was not that much difference. The scent was familiar. It had to be family. His mother had finally come. Had Iskata told her about his soiled coat and red teeth? It was not him, he couldn’t remember anything. He had not done it. He didn’t want his mother to be angry.
The male’s lip shivered slightly, and his dehydrated throat attempted to swallow the invisible lump that wanted to choke him. Aunt Iskata had lied, it wasn’t him! ”I didn’t do it, aunt is wrong.” It was a desperate plea. She had to understand. Mommy’s boy would never have played such dangerous games. He really liked red. His eyes moved to the empty red bucket that was normally used for collecting rainwater, and he drew in the colour. Strangely he found no satisfaction. |
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