Post by wolfstar on Dec 16, 2008 15:48:47 GMT -5
Rit's heart ached. He didn't want it to. But it did. He couldn't really imagine what that must have been like. His face showed a hint of sympathy, though not much, because he could tell, just from Bandit's bearing, that she was a fighter, and didn't want sympathy. His green eyes studied her. She must have been strong. She couldn't have been that old, since she wasn't all that old now, and that was a few years ago. A pup alone is not a happy child.
Rit smiled bitterly as he started to reminisce about his...childhood, as it were. "My parents were Loners, much like myself. My mother was in the Earthquake, and found my father. She helped him, and they traveled together for a time. As these things happen, she fell in love, he with her. They still traveled, but after a time, they settled down, in time for my sister and brother and I to be born. We grew. We were around 10 months old, and my father Larnac died. Poisoned meat. My mother, Rima, wasn't entirely...stable. She didn't know what was happening, or who she was, or who we were. She took us back to the nomadic ways. My sister Larand, Lara, she vanished around our second month wandering. We found her body." Rit's voice was rough with old wounds and remembered pains. He took a shaky breath before going on. "We wandered further and further from all we had known. Mother was slowly growing more and more confused. My brother Lorel left, since one of us was going to starve, and he wanted to go find food. We took a contest to see who would go. We were a year or so old then. He left to help us, and I never saw him again. About a month later, Rima died, of a broken heart and weak mind. I've been a Loner ever since." He had lowered his voice at the end. His heart ached for his family, torn apart by death and strife. He knew it wasn't to much of a sob story, since there was far worse in the valley. But it hurt, no matter how much he tried to deny it. But he pulled himself together.
"Now I live the life of a Loner. It's a good life."
Rit smiled bitterly as he started to reminisce about his...childhood, as it were. "My parents were Loners, much like myself. My mother was in the Earthquake, and found my father. She helped him, and they traveled together for a time. As these things happen, she fell in love, he with her. They still traveled, but after a time, they settled down, in time for my sister and brother and I to be born. We grew. We were around 10 months old, and my father Larnac died. Poisoned meat. My mother, Rima, wasn't entirely...stable. She didn't know what was happening, or who she was, or who we were. She took us back to the nomadic ways. My sister Larand, Lara, she vanished around our second month wandering. We found her body." Rit's voice was rough with old wounds and remembered pains. He took a shaky breath before going on. "We wandered further and further from all we had known. Mother was slowly growing more and more confused. My brother Lorel left, since one of us was going to starve, and he wanted to go find food. We took a contest to see who would go. We were a year or so old then. He left to help us, and I never saw him again. About a month later, Rima died, of a broken heart and weak mind. I've been a Loner ever since." He had lowered his voice at the end. His heart ached for his family, torn apart by death and strife. He knew it wasn't to much of a sob story, since there was far worse in the valley. But it hurt, no matter how much he tried to deny it. But he pulled himself together.
"Now I live the life of a Loner. It's a good life."
