Spending his free time between jobs away from home, Van would often go to violent bars,dark alleys,anywere that put him at risk, just the small hopes that something would happen.
and happen something would, but not in the way toward him but rather toward another. having finally stumbled upon a group,huddled in gruff whispers and the sound of coins exchanging hands. Trading bills for a warmbody as they practically toss the white package forward. Stepping closer,his steps causing them to turn and face him. His eyes adjusting to the dark as he realizes what the package is. was a child that couldnt have been older that 6 or 7. It didnt take long to put the pieces together in his mind as the group decend upon him, remembering the teachings of his master,of his time when he was in a darker place, of the kind smile he was shown when he was pulled from a dumpster.a flury of claw and fur as he fights his way toward the young figure. Not caring for his own health as he takes blows at twice the rate he gives them....
As the night begins to let up,making way for day, Van slowly limps his way home, Holding the child in his arm, bloody and bruised as he staggers into his apartment. Having done a mild wash of his wounds Van runs a bath for the small one. The child stood there,eyes dead to the world, wearing something that couldnt even be considered clothes, unresistent as Van strips him and lifts him into the warm water, letting the older male move his limbs like a doll as Van tries to wash the matted fur,running a finger through ,showcassing the kind of life this child lived, sores and brusing on his neck and wrists showed that what ever they called home was anything but.
Having taken his time,not wanting to scare them as he cleaned and bandaged the wounds, unsure what to do as he dries the rodent off, trying his best to smile,to let them feel as ease as he ask for a name. The child stares blankey before looking down.
"Well until you feel up to telling me, I think I shall call you....."
(apologize for my awful writing, I can promise I'd fix this to make it better...but tahts a Lie)
My heart-rate spiked from low to HOLY-FFFFFF in a matter of mere seconds just from reading that small passage you've written... AWFUL WRITING?! Believe me, I know the inner-workings of a downright mega-shitty writer and... my fellow wordsmith, you are just not one of 'em. <3
Thanks for sharing this righteous story-art combo!! :D (We give thanks and praise to Kerry-Sama for delivering unto us another visual heavy-hitting commission)
My heart-rate spiked from low to HOLY-FFFFFF in a matter of mere seconds just from reading that smal
