Torn Family, Broken Heart, Fractured Mind
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His mind wandered for a few moments as it seemed to be doing more often lately before he realized that the orange tiger had answered him. Temo's eyes studied the tiger for a moment as his brain processed the question. His eyes moved to Dalgina when she spoke and he wondered why she was there. Why was she trying to take care of him. no one else had bothered to find him. The more he thought about it, the more it became obvious to him that he was not important or even needed. The fact that no one had even missed him and that he could not remember anyone outside his household even asking for his assistance on anything reenforced his growing belief that he was no more needed than a stone in a field.

His thoughts came back around to the query at hand and he thought about if for a moment. I am not really that hungry, he replied in a quiet voice filled with sadness thinking that they did not need to go to any trouble for someone that was so unimportant that no one had missed him and his thoughts returning to him thinking that he no longer was needed here or in the world as a whole and there was no point in wasting resources on him as the depression seemed to take hold again.


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Dalgina moved quickly over to Papa, nuzzling into his body. He was weaker than she wished. Dalgina wanted him to be strong enough to protect her from everything again. She'd gone to him before when she needed help, and now he wasn't there to make things better. Dalgina wished that it hadn't happened that way. She wished she didn't have to be the one to fix things now. She didn't know how to put things back together. She dearly wished that she did, but she didn't.

Ovi stepped over, a low purring sound rumbling through him as he rubbed against her. Ovi didn't actually know how to make things better either, as young as he was. Dalgina didn't know that though, and rubbed his head thoughtfully. Please eat a little? I don't want you to go away. If he didn't eat, would Papa disappear completely, and just waste away to nothing? She didn't want that to happen. Forcefully she pushed those thoughts away, managing another shaky smile.
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He looked at his daughter and kept his eyes on her for a few moments. He wondered why she thought that he was going away. It confused him because he was not planning on going anywhere until he realized what she was talking about. It had a long time since anyone had told Temo that they did not want him to leave or die. It warmed his heart to know that there was someone in the world that wanted him in their life still.

It made him feel better knowing that there was someone that wanted him around and Temo put his arm around Dalgina's shoulders and held her to him in a hug and he could feel Ovi purring as well as hear him. That is a nice thing to say and it warms my heart to hear it, and I appreciate it a lot. he said softly and pondered a few moments, but I do not have anything to eat but these few dried scraps. He wondered if his stomach would keep them down if he did eat them.



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Papa was trying at least. He seemed confused by her words at first, as if he had no idea what she was saying. That was understandable, Dalgina often slipped off into her own world with her words. It could be hard to keep up since she was constantly living through her art and rarely found the right words to say what she was feeling. He did seem to figure it out eventually, his bony structure wrapping around hers. It wasn't strong, and it certainly wasn't as comforting as perhaps Papa had meant it to be. She could feel all of his bones sticking out, and there was no strength in his grip.

At least he was attempting to give her the comfort she so badly craved, even if it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could never fill that role again. She nodded her head, pretending that Papa's approval was all she really wanted from those words. Silently she pressed her way back out of his arms, smiling over at him. That's alright. We can go hunting for something while you stay right here. Brushing a hand over Ovi she turned and walked back out the door, thinking about where they could locate some prey for him.
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Temo pondered a few moments, Where would I go? he asked in a failed attempt at humor. Also it was true as he had no where else to go. He could feel sadness wash over him in seeing that they were going to leave. He worked at not letting it show through because he did not want it known how much it bothered him that no one else had cared enough to notice that he had disappeared. He did not want Dalgina nor her striped friend to go to any trouble over someone that was so unimportant.

His hand slowly reached out and got the rest of the dried meat that he had a piece of earlier and ripped off another piece. The piece was placed into his mouth and he made a slight face of disgust for a split second at the slight taste of mold as the meat was starting to turn bad. He did enjoy their company and did not want them to leave but knew they had their own lives to live and their own business to attend to and he figured that once he regained his strength and breath after the bath, that he would go get a rat or something for a better tasting meal.


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Papa's words fell flat, and he wasn't able to hide his emotions well enough. She saw the pain on his face, and felt herself sink down with it. It was painful to watch it flicker over his face. She loved Papa, and hated seeing him like this. Ovi nudged Dalgina softly to keep her going. Outside in the light Dalgina picked up her pace and began to run, trotting over the lands. She needed to get back as soon as possible. She didn't want to let Papa go again. She would stay there, and nurse him back so he would be strong.

Dalgina brought back a couple fresh rabbits, and continued tidying up the shop. Days slipped past, Dalgina moving in and out of the shop as she did her best to care for Papa. Whenever he needed something she made sure to fetch it. She couldn't stay there all the time. She had a life to live, and needed Taru's comfort while she carried this burden. Dalgina loved Papa too much to let him stay as he was though, and hopefully all her care and attention would bring him away from this brink she'd found him on.
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It felt like ages since he had tasted fresh meat as he bit into a rabbit that Dalgina and Ovi had brought Temo. The fresh blood washed the stale taste that his earlier snack of dried and aged meat left in his mouth. He forced himself to eat slowly, not only to savor the taste, but because his stomach was not feeling happy at the moment with the sudden influx of food. Getting full before finishing the first carcass, he put the rest up for later and watched Dalgina as she puttered about cleaning this and that and general straightening up.

Days came and days went and pack life continued without the builder. And it seemed that it was only one of his children that had noticed that Temo had dropped off the face of the earth and had come to look for him. He spent the days in his shop. Sometimes he would stare out a window and wonder where everyone was and what they were doing and if they were ok. Other days, he would read through the few books that he had there. Although the depression was always present in his mind, he enjoyed the times that Dalgina and Ovi would visit and helped him forget the depression for a few moments. Occasionally he would query them on how the others were doing.


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