Sex: Male
Backdated to 2/14, following Eros' talk with Viorel. All welcome!
The further Eros ran, the more he felt, pushing him faster and farther until he was far enough from the pack's territory that he could no longer smell another wolf.
Why? It felt like every negative emotion he possessed was coming up at once, tearing with talons at his insides, threatening to split him wide open. His father had listened, they had reached a compromise, nothing bad had happened at all and yet sobs were wracking his body as exhaustion finally forced him to slow. He crept into the brush, desperate to hide as he was unable to regain control of himself. Why was he losing it like this?
Eros curled up tightly, hiccups sneaking their way in-between heaving breaths as he cried, at the mercy of grief and frustration and self-loathing. Right or wrong, he had come to feel that there were no parents, no friends, no siblings both able and willing to help him absorb and cope with such things. More and more he was trying to pretend that the emotions no one else wanted to deal with weren't there at all, and so they had built. Now, the levy walls were starting to crack and bend.
(This post was last modified: Mar 03, 2024, 07:28 AM by Eros.)