Posts by VICTOR .

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Warmth and darkness. The only things Victor had known in his short existence, and in an instant, they were ripped from him. Cold air hit him like a bus, causing him to let out a mewl of defiance. He hadn't asked for this... he had been fine where he was, why couldn't he have stayed there?

These questions continued to fill his brain until suddenly, the warmth returned, and brought something else too. It was soft... and something about it made him feel safe. Crawling closer to it, Victor would burry his face in his mother's belly fur, his confusion and bitterness replaced by a sense of calm.

Perhaps this place wasn't so bad.

Summer was beginning to fade. Even though it had been warm for the past week, it was not hard to tell that the seasons were changing if one looked at the trees. Most of them were still fairly green, but once and a while in a cluster, one tree would have a few yellow leaves.

Victor had yet to expierence this odd phenomenon that was typical of Earth, but he was excited for it. Mostly because he wanted to try making a leaf pile and jumping in it. For now, though, he had to be patient, as hard as this was for him.

Sighing, the boy would slump from his sitting position onto the grass, legs sprawled out and head resting on the ground. "I'm boooored!" He groaned loudly, a frown on his muzzle as he stared down at the stalks of green currently dancing in the breeze in front of him. He had been trying to refrain from sneaking out of camp today, not wanting his parents to find out he had been wandering around in the woods with his friends. The young tuxedo was quickly discovering how boring camp could be, however, especially when his friends weren't around.

Letting out another groan, Victor rolled onto his back, staring blankly up at the fluffy, white clouds gradually making their way across the sky. Could time go any slower than this? He didn't think so.

At his mother's approach, he remained still, only shifting his gaze to look at her. Victor had no time to respond to her question before he was picked up, however, squirming and giggling as he was tickled. "Aw, mom! Stop! You know I hate that!" He complained between laughs, unable to keep himself from grinning. Shaking his head, he listened to her options, still catching his breath from before. "Medic stuff? No way!" The boy said, sticking his tongue out at her playfully. Pausing for a moment to think, he would tap a paw to his chin and look off to one side before finally responding. "Swimming sounds fun. Can we do that?"

It was true that Victor had no idea what kind of horrors the world was capable of. At least, not at his age he didn't. Innocence still had him in a vice grip, but only the heavens above knew how long this would last.

Like any normal child of his age, it was hard for Victor to sleep in, especially when he had plans with his friends to sneak out and go to the lake the next day. So of course, even the smallest of sounds was able to pull him from his slumber. At the gentle creak of the floor boards, the young boy's ears flicked forward, eyelids parting to see the figure of his father sneaking out the front door. Making sure his mother was still asleep, Victor would pursue Ben as quietly as possible, rising from his bed and taking soft steps towards the door.

Once he had successfully made it outside, he would hold back a hiss of alarm, cold air hitting his fur as the breeze whisked gently through the camp. Shaking it off, he continued on his mission, following the wolf's footprints. It was only until he came to the log that the sharp scent hit his nose, the one he had sometimes smelt on his father. Smoke. Getting up on his hind paws, Victor would peek his head out over the log, spotting Benjamin a few feet in front of him. "Haha! Found ya!" He exclaimed with a smirk, leaping out of his hiding place. Not waiting for his reaction, his eyes flickered to the cigarette in his father's jaws, tipping his head in confusion. "What's that in your mouth, Dad? Is that why you smell weird sometimes when you come home?" The boy asked, light blue eyes narrowed.

At this point in his short life, Victor found alcohol to be absolutely repulsive. A few young apprentices he had hung around with for a brief time had tried the stuff before, to the point where one of them actually brought some to a trip to the lake once. It had only taken one whiff of the stuff for Victor to be sent reeling back, a disgusted look on his face. None of his close friends had tried it, and nether did he, which lead to the quick end of their little trips out of camp with the apprentices.

That afternoon, he hadn't expected to smell the thick scent of alcohol again, his stomach churning as he passed by Jerseyboy. Turning around sharply, he would march over to the sleeping form of his currently drunk cousin, trying to ignore the stench coming from the other tuxedo. Getting past the smell of the alcohol, it was actually pretty amusing to Victor that Jers had completely failed at making it inside of his hut, a snort escaping his muzzle as he stood at the base of the wooden stairs. "Hey... Jers.... Jersey! You still alive?" He called his cousin's name, gently prodding the other male with a paw in an attempt to wake him up.