Post by petzisme on Sept 4, 2008 15:44:26 GMT -5
Dizzy with pain, the ferret's vision danced sickeningly in and out of focus for a little while his crash landing took a minute to deliberate what to do next. Granted, the pain probably wasn't massive or intolerable, but he was a starved cub with an inadequate ability to gauge levels of pain well. A large portion of golden hairs had since been dyed scarlet with the warm, thick liquid that oozed out of his skinned flesh, but little more than a deep cut and some bruising was all that ailed him. Unfortunately, even in the darkness of the alley, the sharpness of his color patterns would be faded and hard to identify. He whimpered again, confused to the point of going limp in defeat. So, when she suggested they go back to her place, he couldn't help but comply. A part of him struggled with the idea of being alone in a room with some foreign adult. There were all sorts of awful things she could do to him there. Beat him where he could run away, mutilate him, kill him! But then the darker side of him told him it would be a release. He knew he deserved whatever he got. Served him right, really. Vile.
Yet still, her words softened the boy ever so slightly. No one ever told him 'everything is going to be ok' before. Of course, he didn't BELIEVE her, but just hearing it was completely dumbfounding. What ever did it mean? And her tone too... it made a very small, lonely and hurting part of him throb with a wanting the rest of him pounded aside and pushed away. Trusting meant inexplicable pain. He knew some variants, but the type of agony that came from betrayal... loss... was simply too much to bare. How could he trust? This concept of healer was completely lost on him. The poor soul had lead a very sheltered life, just barely ekking his way through existence. These terms were foreign to him. Strange. He didn't understand, but the vermin's tone promised something unlike pain. He didn't know how to describe it. Was this another sick and twisted game of life? He could not be sure, but loosing the will to fight anymore he nodded gently and closed his eyes. The time for running was over. He's trapped now. Weakling.
Yet still, her words softened the boy ever so slightly. No one ever told him 'everything is going to be ok' before. Of course, he didn't BELIEVE her, but just hearing it was completely dumbfounding. What ever did it mean? And her tone too... it made a very small, lonely and hurting part of him throb with a wanting the rest of him pounded aside and pushed away. Trusting meant inexplicable pain. He knew some variants, but the type of agony that came from betrayal... loss... was simply too much to bare. How could he trust? This concept of healer was completely lost on him. The poor soul had lead a very sheltered life, just barely ekking his way through existence. These terms were foreign to him. Strange. He didn't understand, but the vermin's tone promised something unlike pain. He didn't know how to describe it. Was this another sick and twisted game of life? He could not be sure, but loosing the will to fight anymore he nodded gently and closed his eyes. The time for running was over. He's trapped now. Weakling.