Karpos Slayer i lost my heart along the way The dark colored boy had been acting different since his da had disappeared, and later he had returned, just two days, but still too long for the Slayer child. Then his da had disappeared again, but his uncles, aunts, and his adoptive ma had ended up assuring him that his da would be quite fine, so he shrugged it off and focused on childhood things. But his da had been gone for a long time.... 6 whole days!! Well that was too long for him. He was being weened off the milk, and onto meat, so he figured he could go looking for him and just give his da a piece of his mind about being gone for so long! His paws carried him to the log, it was his common hang out spots, and his da, and sister both knew that he would be there when he was no where to be found. His dark fur melted into the surroundings, the shadows he learned to walk in, and he let himself behind along the way. Karpos hadn't noticed, but his eyes had already started to change into the golden brown color, inheriting his dad's looks, but his birth mother's size. He had been thinking about his ma, Anastasia in his opinion was his ma, and he seemed to be picking up the feeling she was upset, whenever he would go back to the den to sleep. He had shrugged it off and had kept playing, but his mind developed more... and he found himself to be intrigued as to what was bothering her. So he waited there, he had mustered up enough strength to howl, but decided to instead head back to see if he could find her. He aimlessly walked around the territory looking, and then eventually he went to the pack den once more, knowing that she would return there at some point. He stared at his paws, his eyes filled with an obvious confusion as to what was going on in the pack exactly. He was calm though, his breathing steady and his fur flattened against his pack. His tail lacked a wag, but that was always fine in his mind. It just showed himself that he was being attentive. His ears were perked up, listening for the familiar footsteps of a packmate approaching and he kept sniffing for the comforting scent of Ana. |
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