Post by mysterykitten on Feb 12, 2013 21:14:55 GMT -5
Slap! Another blow was landed on Eckhart's face. It cause minor physical damage, but the emotional damage was so much more when you compared the two. "Can't you see how much of a failure you are?!" His father hissed, raising a paw and hitting the young tom with enough force to send him tumbling into the nearby wall. As Eckhart's father started to walk away, he looked over his shoulder, "You are a disappointment to this family, improve you're skills greatly, or there will be much more where that game from..."
Eckhart woke up with a soft gasp, fur ruffled and drenched with sweat. It was just another nightmare of his kithood that tormented his insomniac mind at night. He just... needed some fresh air, that was all. Quickly entering the caravan grabbing his spirit flute, (it's the only thing that really offers him comfort these days) he exited the mobile container and ran out closer to Jasper Beach's shore, sitting out at a spot where his feet were halfway covered by the gentle waves. He took deep, ragged breaths, doing his best not to let out a sob as he shook the recent nightmare away from himself. Eckhart's father was gone, and he was okay.
The manx's paw then drifted to where the bandages that covered his face were, and then quickly ripped them off, exposing the eye socket to the glistening moonlight, an eye socket that should have an eye that matched the tom's existing one. The eye that his father cruely stole from him.
Eckhart woke up with a soft gasp, fur ruffled and drenched with sweat. It was just another nightmare of his kithood that tormented his insomniac mind at night. He just... needed some fresh air, that was all. Quickly entering the caravan grabbing his spirit flute, (it's the only thing that really offers him comfort these days) he exited the mobile container and ran out closer to Jasper Beach's shore, sitting out at a spot where his feet were halfway covered by the gentle waves. He took deep, ragged breaths, doing his best not to let out a sob as he shook the recent nightmare away from himself. Eckhart's father was gone, and he was okay.
The manx's paw then drifted to where the bandages that covered his face were, and then quickly ripped them off, exposing the eye socket to the glistening moonlight, an eye socket that should have an eye that matched the tom's existing one. The eye that his father cruely stole from him.