[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=8]The sound of crying was one she had been growing all too familiar with. The sons of the grieving or the sons of the dying, they each sounds different. Children wept for their parents and versa, lover cried for lover, mother cried for father. Their entire lives being stripped away by somebody they thought they could trust. Was it repentance that he was trying to deal, had somebody betrayed him? That much was obvious. There was a long web of betrayal and lies that led up to this. In a perfect world, it would have never happened. In a perfect world Seafoam would have been able to be accepted rather than face the cruelty of those around him. But there was no way to correct every wrong that had been dealt. Instead, she could only try to heal the damage that had been dealt, if such a thing were even possible. Except his injuries wounded others, and they kicked salt on his wounds instead.
She could only watched as he strangled the innocent female beneath him, her body paralysed with a mixture of fear and hesitation. She wanted to save the girl, but for some reason she considered this a part of Seafoam's healing. If... if it helped him... was there anything she could do? When he began to softly cry into her corpse, it was a horrible sight, like watching a puppy being kicked repeatedly while it curled in on itself and cried for help that never came. He was alone, he looked so lonely lying there with his face buried in the neck of the female, even when she finally died he continued to weep before pulling away suddenly and tugging at the noose around his neck. Her paws moved on their own as she finally appeared, her small and frail body much like a pebble compared to a jagged boulder next to Seafoam, and yet she seemed unfazed. She paid no attention to her own safety as she moved to his side, her small and gentle paws reaching out to him, but she didn't know where to touch. Somehow, it felt like taking the noose off was off limits. It was something he had out there, something only he could take off.
"Seafoam," she murmured, her voice gentle. She decided instead to simply reach out and try to wrap her arms around his neck no matter how high up he was, much like a child would hug her father, clinging to him and trying to support him at the same time. Perhaps she would have her throat ripped out, but she didn't care. If it helped Seafoam, that was all that mattered. The incredible loneliness that she felt when she saw Seafoam made her hurt as well, and she was indeed inexperienced, but she had learned a lot just from mother's shared experiences. Her kindness, her gentleness, it all reflected symmetrically to the girl who was in her shadow, her cream fur stained with splotches of white to match Elaine's, her eyes a perfect shade of blue like the sea, just as Elaine's had been. Her breathing was slow and careful as she pulled back from Seafoam, her small body shivering slightly from the cold. "Look at me." The same words Elaine had given her when she had woken from a horrible, gory nightmare, her soothing words like a soft caress that brought light into the darkness of the night, reached out to her and pulled her from the shadows. [b]"Breathe."