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Zaphod could feel the confusion within the air and with that also the stress of them having to keep moving. The young black pup's ears laid flat agents his head, his paws, soaked and muddy and cold. He could not feel any warmth within the ground below him. Mother Nature could be crueler, but why did it feel like hell? Zaphod's colorless eyes stared down at the ground as he continued on their journey, the rains looked like they weren’t stopping, as if the gods where making sure all the earths waters fell upon them to allow them to reach the far hidden den and have their scents washed away by the rains. To never be found. Zaphod knew he couldn't fix the problem he was meant to create, for he could not go out to look for his run-away brother.
What had he done?!
Zaphod's eyes and face was as blank as paper, his mind being beaten by the words by his actions and by the future reaction. The pain and the mind were at battle. Zaphod was losing, and fast, as his steps stumbled some. Was he wrong all the long about everything? Was he even the normal things that he was suppose to be born as? A wolf was he not? Zaphod's eyes stared at the forest floor as they walked, the water both falling down hill and washing the mud off his paws, or the earth dirtying them again. His eyes seem top shake within their sockets. His body would thence and his breath would thicken before having his shoulders twitch some then relaxing and starting again. His mind was losing the battle of pain. Confusetion went striking every nerve and Zaphod was slowly losing it.
What had he done?
He caused his brother to hate him. Ever since they opened their eyes he was being hated. What had he done? His sister Nightshade hated him. Makira may defend him, but how long till she hates him too? How long till he gets on her nerves as well and Akil's? Just how long will it last before he gets their cold glare? Green narrow eyes mocked him over his shoulder as he would turn to try and find them. But thy weren’t there. It was the glare of his brother. The hate shot at him like multiple arrows striking him and he can't die from it. His purples dilated, the dark iris growing and shrinking as he widens his eyes, almost like a fear filled look. His small figure followed behind his mothers shadow as he stayed quiet. Why did he come out like this? Did his father see the same as Tackai? Was he just like Tackai? No...
IS he like Tackai?
Zaphod's eyes stayed watching his father from behind, would he hate him if he told him about Tackai running off? Would he blame him for it and say it was his fault? Zaphod worried and stayed quiet, he was thinking of so many things, he was literally going crazy. His mind not strong enough for pain, pain was consuming him. Turning him, shutting down his line of thought and destroying him from within. In area’s, his heart and his mind. Why did he have to be different? It seemed that he was changing and the world was staying the same with everyone ells in it, and based on what he did cause others to hate. But it was hating, him.
Within the hours of getting through and finally.....Finally....
They reached the den, their destination. The young pup's mind was already half destroyed within him. His eyes stared up at the large figure of fallen trees and leaves just creating a grate dome. Why was this den hidden? The hole was exposed, anything could be inside, but as they stepped on a solid soil, Zaphod could feel a strong scence of energy around them. But a welcoming feeling to him. His eyes watched as a squirrel came down from its perch heading toward the den, but as it stepped on its exposed soil it turned high tail and went back. Was the energy not welcoming for it? No this is where his grandmother was born, but he didn't know it at all. Generations where born here, but Orca, Trifus and Lokia weren’t born in this den. But the cave den. But why was this so high level in spirit? As Zaphod walked into the safety of the den, the rain fell no more upon his head, it was large and warm inside, moss grew on a few sections, almost like a bed for the wolves that where staying there.
Zaphod felt relaxed, but it was only for now. As they made their way in, Zaphod went into the deep back corner of the den, it was claimed from the start his. A small patch of moss grew there where he could lay, and as soon as he got there he allowed his frame to collapse. His back towards the rest of the pack. He needed to calm down some. His silver eyes weld up with a few drops of rain and tears as he was holding it in. His mind was withering away lowly now from the calming energy, Zaphod needed a bit of sleep. Hoping no one would ask about Tackai and forget. Zaphod wanted to forget. His heart aked and wanted the pain to go away. His eyes closed as his breath soften some, He wanted sleep....
Sleep.....
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Mist swirled low to its black earth. The wind's howl was low, fading and coming as it goes. Black trees seem to bend in odd ways to the left or the right but never up. Their roots half out, and a low, low as in a deep voice made a hum sound, like a bee's hum but coming from what sounded like a voice from a person. But this low hum would continue on and on and one. Like a chorus of men making the hum. Awakening from his sleep, a young black and white pup laid in the blackness of the earth. His colorless eyes opened as they looked at the earth before lifting his head. It was quiet; all that was heard was that wooing of the wind and that low hum. The mist at his feet and chest. The young male pup stood but as soon as he got to his feet the sky blackened into a never ending hole and a screech of screams came, a black face popped out in front of the young pup, almost like a skull of a creature just stretching out of the blackness, holes as eyes and a gaping mouth that could swallow the young pup whole. It sent the pups eyes widen as his heart leaped, only for him to faint in fright. The sky became black and white once more and the face was gone, the screech came and went with the dark sky and the face. The young pup awoke once more. His eyes wide as the mist swirled around his feet and chest. His gray eyes glanced around as he could remember the scream and the face. The blackness of the sky.
The young pup glanced to his right and there was floating water, with his reflection. Zaphod. The name ringed in his head. That as him. He was named Zaphod. The water turned black and withered down to the earth to vanish. Zaphod. He was Zaphod. Zaphod's eyes turned as he feared to stand. The sky was black and white. The threes where black and white, everything was black and white. He was black and white. His eyes turned behind him and his eyes widen. Half his body was already open meat and exposed bone, his blood wasn't black or white but that crimson red, he was rotting.
What was this?!
"I would rather have you ripped up into peaces and throw you out of the pack's territory leaving you to rot " a voice echoed above the humming. Zaphod's eyes looked up upon the hill where a white pup with burning green eyes glared down at him. The face of that pup brought back horrifying memories of the truth. The black and white male screamed, wanting to stand, his body half eaten by parasites and barely skin there, his rotting felt. Zaphod remembered the name of this white male pup. It was Tackai, his brother. His mouth opened to yell at him for help, he yelled it out, but nothing echoed through the air. He was mute. The white pup only glared. Zaphod could see his figure fading. " Maybe you should have been BLIND when you where born. Maybe you should have been MUTE or DEAD!" The white pup growled down at him from the hill. The green in his eye was the only pure earth color here. Zaphod's eyes became white, his vision gone. The young pup was now mute and blind. The pups words where coming true. Fear boiled within the black and white pups mind. What was next? He listened to the words eco, Death. Die....
Death was creeping to Zaphods shoulder as it would embrace him. The mist became thick. Zaphod's breath thickened. He could feel the air being taken--no sucked out of his lungs. He was going to suffer suffocation. The young pup could feel warm tears fall down his cheeks, he couldn't breathe, and he just couldn't breath. His lungs where felt compressing, his body was rotting and the mist was taking away the ability to breath. He was blind, he was mute, he was immobilized, he was dieing. Mommy! He thought. The only thought that came to his mind. He wanted his mother's warmth and safety. He wanted her to save him. He wanted to see her white fur and her calming blue eyes. He wanted his mother to save him, to hold him and protect him.
But he couldn't see her, he couldn't feel her. He couldn't call for her. He couldn't breath. Zaphod felt his life draining away as the pain in his lungs contracted more and more. His tears grew more and more. He was alone to die, his head fell to the ground, still and motionless. Waiting for his torture to stop. The young pup snapped. He couldn't take it, he wanted to die. Let him be free. But no, the pain continued. How much longer till he was finally gone? He had no idea, for it lasted and lasted. Zaphods eyes where wide as he stayed there still. His body was still alive and pain was still within him from not breathing. How could he still be living? It was torture. This was pure torture. He could feel bugs eating away at his rotting body, he couldn't see anymore, he couldn't speak. But he could still hear. His ears listened to the humming and the wind.
But as it seemed that all was going to stay like this, from the sky, miles up, came a black feather. It began to float down wards. The wind passing through it and it not moving from its dotted corse. The black feather floated ever so gently down wards, right above the suffering pup. Like a black angle descending down for its aid since no white angle would come to help. The feather landed on a blade of grass just beside Zaphods' nose, he could feel a soft tickle agents hit black nose and soon his eyes where getting their vision back, his breath was slowly returning and his body was renewing. His eyes had changed into a color faded orange-gold. Like how young pups start to grow and get color to their eyes. He was alive....
Zaphod's tears stayed as he stared at this black feather before him, his breath slow and quiet. He was alone again. His white brother vanished along time ago and his words still rung in his head. His eyes stared at the black feather. A small huff from his breath made the small feather turn over, exposing white underneath. It was like him. Black and white. His mind had change, he was no longer how he was, or was he really any different then before? His mind felt crushed and weak. His heart was crushed and weak, his tears fell to the ground and nothing grew from them, only darkening the earth underneath him. His eyes stared at the black feather as the wind blew it away, tossing and turning into the darkening world.
The black and white pup just watched it fly off. His tears falling as the drops began to follow after the feather. He wanted to follow the feather. But where it would lead was the darkening world. His eyes turned to the hill top where his brother was, but no longer there, he just laid on the ground....
Alone....
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Hours passed, or was it days? Who knows. Everyone ells did, but the young sleeping pup didn't. He wasn't sure how long he was within that dream. But his cheeks where covered in tears and his sleeping spot was covered with thrashing marks and claw grips. His sleeping form was soon awakening. His eyes opened slowly. Where was he again...? His memory was vague. He was Zaphod. His brother hated him. He had a mother and a Father. He had another brother, and two sisters. He had a family. He was in a far away den.... He could remember it all coming back. His head rose as he looked around for his mother. Wanting her warmth....
He wasn't going to grow the same... the young pup had a big scar...
A mental one....
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