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They hit without warning.

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This is a scene from my character Roardon's history <3 (for :iconthe-redmoor-hunts:! ) For the full effect, there's an audio piece that this was drawn while listening to: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojKw5l… Enjoy!





 
 
"This is how your father died," His mother said. Her stance; head held high, hateful eyes narrowed and ears back said anger. But her eyes showed an extremely restless soul on the inside... One that wanted his father back. Roardon shuffled his paws and licked his nose gently while his gaze darted over the nearby bushes and then to the trap itself. It was crude- and caused anxiety to prickle up his spine. Suddenly, Feira turned to face him with burning eyes boring into his own silver ones, the ones his father was named after. "What do you have to say?"
Roar shuffled and his ears rolled back, eyes shifting to look towards the ground once more. "I..." He began, and he swallowed. He had nothing at all to say- he could not grieve for someone whom he had never once met. A pang of angst hit his stomach and he felt nausia flutter around inside him as his mother turned to stand even closer to the young fox. "I don't know..." He said softly.  
Feira's lips rose over her gums- something that Roardon would have not predicted. He lowered and slid further away from his mother as he tried to not look at her straight-on. "Your father DIED because of this- this- monstrousity and you have nothing to say?"
"I-I'm sorry," Roar whimpered as he cowered, "I-It's not my place to b-be angry," He hissed under his breath, though as his mother stiffened he knew that she had heard him. This had been building in his core for so long that he could not bare to hold in those words, but he knew their weight on his mother. Feira snapped her jaws, as a threa- Roardon yelped as pain seared his right ear. He tried to jerk away but his mother held on for a split second and it tore the tender membrane from her jaws. The young fox stumbled back until he was a foot or two away and attempted to look at his mother...
The world blurred before Roardon's eyes. He tried to focus on his mother's seething form, but as he became more and more aware of his overwhelming heartbeat, pressure built in his skull. His breath felt loose and he huffed for air, legs shaking as he started to back away. He was aware of his mother trying to speak to him, but the words seemed broken in his mind. He was panicking, falling deeper into the hole of the panic attack until something hit him.
A smell. Musty and pungent, with a sharp wooden smell... His mother smelled it too, and her ears rolled back while Roar murmured; "Dogs..." The baying of a hound erupted in the woods. Feira pushed him, and still frozen by panic, Roardon merely stumbled.


"Run!" His mother snapped at him. "Go, now!" Roardon looked up at her and her jaws opened to snap at him, or something, when the world exploded. The dogs were on them in an instant- Feira screamed, gripped with a vice-like jaw and that was all Roardon saw before he fled the scene as fast as his paws could possibly take him.
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Zincwolf's avatar
Wow O_O They're so fluffeh! And this is so sad, oh my gosh many feels... *dies*