Post by Alex/Umber/Crane on Jul 25, 2020 2:40:26 GMT -6
Lethal
He had not found Kaito. Not yet, at least. No, instead of having found Kaito, Lethal had stalked through the shadows; the only release for his anger the beasts which he ate. How long had it been, now, since he'd seen Kaito? How long had he been hunting? Had Kaito moved on, left this terrible area and gone somewhere else? These questions went unanswered; haunting his heart with every day that went by, fighting only for the idea that perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd find the feather soon.
Why was he even so enamored with Kaito, anyways? The rage that hid deep within Lethal, the anger that bubbled over every time he so much as looked at another being, dissipated when Kaito was around. Fear controlled his every move, and yet, when he retreated into the dark recesses of his mind, as he grew tired and in the dark of night, the faint memory of Kaito's face chased it away in a heartbeat.
It had been months since he saw Kaito, time and space moving slowly as he went day after day through the shaded area, returning to the Blooming Tree every few days to see if, perhaps, Kaito had returned to its' base. Of course, he never had, but... Lethal was willing to try anything, now, in the freezing wind and aching cold. Rage and fear couldn't keep him warm, and while his tail offered some solace, it never helped enough for him to sleep well. His journey back to the tree this time wasn't merely to find Kaito; instead, the cold that pierced through his bones had sent him back, shivering and aching and coughing on his own breath.
And so it was that, tired and shivering, Lethal had curled up in a small den formed by the roots of the Blooming Tree, merely a quarter day's journey away from the tree itself. There wasn't much point, Lethal knew, in returning so often. Deep down, he knew that Kaito wouldn't be there. But the fear pushed him there, and so he'd follow, chasing after a fragment of a dream that had already been chased away by the harsh realities of the world around him.
He awoke the next morning, slightly less cold and decidedly less tired, and immediately began trekking towards the tree once more. Who he'd find, he didn't know-- but something within him knew that someone would be there. The anger, perhaps, beginning to boil and bubble over his already-miffed thoughts, shifting them towards danger and hatred and rage once more.
(Ash)erlark here is your lethal and exit thread <3
