09-09-2020, 11:48 PM
IF MY LIFE IS GOING
TO MEAN ANYTHING,
I HAVE TO LIVE IT
MYSELF.
tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep
demigod of the deep
Seapaw spent many of his waking hours walking the length of the island, checking in each member of his family members, both blood and adopted. He wasn't sure when it happened but, surely, Paola and Georgia had become apart of those included in his routine. The easiest ones by far, the close proximity of their living reassuring that. His waking ours were slim some days, though. When the days were strained, when crawling out of bed was a chore, he often chose to remain. Sneak out for an hour, convince his roommate he was okay and productive, slip back in after she had wandered off. He would often slip back into their shared home to sleep, telling her he'd only recently come back for a nap if she returned while he was asleep.
Today had been one of those days, he'd only recently moved back into the treehouse when the storm brewed. He'd spotted the way the skies had darkned and a sickness overtook the young tiguar. He'd never told his roommate this but, ever since the day he found her on the beach, he only associated storms with bad omens. The son of the demigod of raging storms, and he feared her powers.
Still, his paws took him back out, racing. He knew not where he was going, picking a trail and following it. He may never realize it but, Georgia's had been the one his subconscious had grabbed onto. When the Beta finally stumbled upon the scene, he felt like he may throw up, if he'd eaten that day. "Momma..." came the whine as he slunk forward, dual-colored eyes wide. He tried not to think of the words being tossed around, what they meant. He brushed up against Georgia with his tail as he passed, but ultimately ended up with his mother. Taking the place Roan had moved from, he gently pressed his muzzle against her side. "I'm gonna stop lettin' you outta my site if you keep this up," he lightly chided, a strained attempt to lighten the mood.
Today had been one of those days, he'd only recently moved back into the treehouse when the storm brewed. He'd spotted the way the skies had darkned and a sickness overtook the young tiguar. He'd never told his roommate this but, ever since the day he found her on the beach, he only associated storms with bad omens. The son of the demigod of raging storms, and he feared her powers.
Still, his paws took him back out, racing. He knew not where he was going, picking a trail and following it. He may never realize it but, Georgia's had been the one his subconscious had grabbed onto. When the Beta finally stumbled upon the scene, he felt like he may throw up, if he'd eaten that day. "Momma..." came the whine as he slunk forward, dual-colored eyes wide. He tried not to think of the words being tossed around, what they meant. He brushed up against Georgia with his tail as he passed, but ultimately ended up with his mother. Taking the place Roan had moved from, he gently pressed his muzzle against her side. "I'm gonna stop lettin' you outta my site if you keep this up," he lightly chided, a strained attempt to lighten the mood.