Life was a sad thing sprinkled with tiny moments of contentment here and there, but seemingly nothing long lasting. It was early morning, but he knew his father had not even come home to them last night. The child felt nothing about that. He was not sure if he felt much warmth for his chocolate father any longer. Hugs and kisses tasted better than teeth and claws. This was a broken home, and he was a broken child. He had no taste for the misery that surrounded him, and sometimes it felt like his heart could not take it anymore, although he was still standing. It would not have been so bad if he had never known anything else, but the problem was that he did. He remembered love and safety being dominant in the past, but now there was nothing left.
Emwe had been slowly waking up as the little boy left the cabin, but Conor wanted to be alone. The air was fresh and the grass wet with unlimited amounts of dew. He poked his nose down into the wet grass and felt the cool dots of water tickle his face. His face lifted and he raced off to the forest border, slightly afraid Emwe would find him if he stayed too close to the cabin. His left bum still hurt a bit after a random kick from his father after the puppy had gotten in the way of something. One thing was clear though, Haku really knew how to mistreat a child and get away with it. Both of the children were a mix of their parents’ colours, though Conor’s fur had started to slightly darken even more. The bruise was placed under thick, dark fur. Still, it hurt, but he would never dare to tell anyone, in fear of what would happen if daddy ever got to know.
When he was well into the forested area, he found a random place to sit down, sighing heavily as he lowered his face and rested his forehead against the cool ground.