Post by lightning on Apr 21, 2023 10:40:35 GMT -6
The mainland was so far away, and yet so close. Gloom watched as the tide came and went, each wave crashing into the shore with a fury the stoneguard found relatable. It was on the shore he found himself often, his stomach bound painfully in knots, his dulled eyes staring out at the tribestone where his mate and son resided. It was there that held his heart and his purpose and his pride. All that was on this cursed prison plane was rubble and weakness.
And him. Gloom never spoke to Burrow whenever the son was sent to guard the prisoners. He hardly even looked at Burrow, pointedly looking away whenever he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the tom's face begin to tilt in his direction. He was asked once by one of the prisoners whether he was Burrow's father. "Not anymore." Gloom had said. He made sure that Burrow was within range to hear.
He felt Burrow's eyes upon him now, like a watchful kitmother keeping her gaze set on an adventurous kitten. Pathetic. He had thought him and his mate had raised the cat better. But it seemed that his failure of a son was even worse than he had initially thought.
Burrow squinted as his view became obstructed. It was far too late when he saw it was a massive wave. The tom let out a growl as he turned, trying to race towards the rocks beyond the shore, but it was to no avail. He screamed as the water dragged him from the island and out into the rocky outcroppings off the shore. It took all of his air not to loose his consciousness beneath the surface as he felt his body be battered by the waves crashing him against the nearby rocks.
And him. Gloom never spoke to Burrow whenever the son was sent to guard the prisoners. He hardly even looked at Burrow, pointedly looking away whenever he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the tom's face begin to tilt in his direction. He was asked once by one of the prisoners whether he was Burrow's father. "Not anymore." Gloom had said. He made sure that Burrow was within range to hear.
He felt Burrow's eyes upon him now, like a watchful kitmother keeping her gaze set on an adventurous kitten. Pathetic. He had thought him and his mate had raised the cat better. But it seemed that his failure of a son was even worse than he had initially thought.
Burrow squinted as his view became obstructed. It was far too late when he saw it was a massive wave. The tom let out a growl as he turned, trying to race towards the rocks beyond the shore, but it was to no avail. He screamed as the water dragged him from the island and out into the rocky outcroppings off the shore. It took all of his air not to loose his consciousness beneath the surface as he felt his body be battered by the waves crashing him against the nearby rocks.
