06-02-2012, 07:43 PM
The sound of battle rang in his ears, his heart was thumping in his chest and blood rushing through his veins. He knew it was a losing chance, they never stood a chance against the Wolves. He hissed and growled, weapon ready to fire. He had to protect his son...
With a startled gasp, Kayden's eyes opened. His pupils dilated and chest heaving. He was a mess, bandages covered most of his body, more towards his torso and chest area. There was a bandage over his left eye, he wondered briefly if he was going to loose sight in it. His working hand gripped the sheets beneath him as he shot up in bed, only to let out a wounded hiss and screech before falling back upon the bed. Where was his son?! Where was his Azarael?!
Elsewhere, the son, Azarael, lay wide awake on his bed. Glowing blue eyes pierced through the dark as his cheetah spotted ears twisted and turned to catch any sound. His tail thumped against the bed. He was scared, he didn't know where he was. He wanted his father. He wanted to go back home and see his younger brother smiling up at him. Tears *****ed his eyes, was he ever going to go back home?