The Beginning
In the beginning Klex was a well known Viscet, his family were always there to support him and knew him inside and out, they were always there to support him no matter what happened, as the family had been together, till Klex was a teenager. Their relationship was kind, they loved him and seemed to do whatever they could for the youngster. Along with his siblings, they were spoilt rotten by the elder viscets. It was all wonderful for all of them. The family travelled often, always on the move for some unknown reason but he never actually asked the questions he desired to know. But one night he stood in front of his mother and spoke the word she had hoped to never hear.
“Why?” Klex spoke with a soft tone, the youngster looking up at the medium sized viscet with his head slightly turned to one side, “Why do we always move around?” Klex has more than once been forced to give up his friends to move with his smallish family orientated pack through the forests, cities and even crossing the ocean.
She looked down on him, their blue eyes meeting each other and she mumbled a little bit before moving her muzzle down to him, nudging him slightly, “Don't worry about why, It will all be good. I promise,” She spoke softly and pressed her nose against his and gave a smile, which Klex quickly followed, smiling brightly along with his mother.
“Alrighty mummy,” klex grinned, watching still before moving away and bouncing off, his back legs still not strong enough to completely hold him up, still needing to walk on all fours. His body was certainly so far from ready to walk like an adult, even though he still often attempted, always falling face first, causing the rest of them to laugh at him.
While Klex enjoyed making them laugh, he sometimes just wanted them to help him up, being a clueless young viscet made it hard to understand that sometimes they just don’t care. He would often walk away, hiding while he sobbed quietly to himself, just desiring a paw on his shoulder instead of the mocking laughter her recieved.
As Klex grew up they got less and less kind towards him, he grew up different to the rest of the family, social and open to people, often inviting them to be with them, always ending in the denial of the new viscet. They didn't want outsider into their pack unless approved, which was almost impossible. Klex was still treated differently and his mother slowly began to lessen her care towards him.
Klex ended up feeling alone, despite being surrounded by family, he simply ignored most of them, not wanting to cause problems with them. He lost his social behaviour and began to just keep to himself, still moving. He got sick of leaving, watching his friends wave madly behind the pack. It was just extra pain that he didnt need.
As Klex hit maturity, he could see the family life changing for him as they insisting the viscet made friends, in an attempt to himself a mate out there. But he didnt wish to be social anymore. They had stolen this trait from him and upon their desire to return it, he declined, causing a riot amongst the pack, leaving the family fighting with one another.
Unstable on his legs he attempted to stand his ground, ending himself the target of the pack, and unable to really do much about the oncoming attack, Klex just braced his body for the tearing fangs and ripping claws, neither option to come, simply a strong head, pushing his body away, soon landing Klex against a tree.
The hit was solid, the tree even more solid than the hit, forcing his body against it, his head crashing backwards against the tree, jolting forward with his whole body, hitting the ground in front of the tree hard, eyes barely open as he looked at the Viscets, they turned their backs to him and walked away. He saw the last look on his mothers face, it seemed concerned, a single tear rolling down her face as she moved away with the rest of them.
His eyes fell shut and the world went back. Simple. A colour so dark and simple had surrounded his world and had swallowed him whole. A single cage, holding his everything against his will.
“Why?” Klex spoke with a soft tone, the youngster looking up at the medium sized viscet with his head slightly turned to one side, “Why do we always move around?” Klex has more than once been forced to give up his friends to move with his smallish family orientated pack through the forests, cities and even crossing the ocean.
She looked down on him, their blue eyes meeting each other and she mumbled a little bit before moving her muzzle down to him, nudging him slightly, “Don't worry about why, It will all be good. I promise,” She spoke softly and pressed her nose against his and gave a smile, which Klex quickly followed, smiling brightly along with his mother.
“Alrighty mummy,” klex grinned, watching still before moving away and bouncing off, his back legs still not strong enough to completely hold him up, still needing to walk on all fours. His body was certainly so far from ready to walk like an adult, even though he still often attempted, always falling face first, causing the rest of them to laugh at him.
While Klex enjoyed making them laugh, he sometimes just wanted them to help him up, being a clueless young viscet made it hard to understand that sometimes they just don’t care. He would often walk away, hiding while he sobbed quietly to himself, just desiring a paw on his shoulder instead of the mocking laughter her recieved.
As Klex grew up they got less and less kind towards him, he grew up different to the rest of the family, social and open to people, often inviting them to be with them, always ending in the denial of the new viscet. They didn't want outsider into their pack unless approved, which was almost impossible. Klex was still treated differently and his mother slowly began to lessen her care towards him.
Klex ended up feeling alone, despite being surrounded by family, he simply ignored most of them, not wanting to cause problems with them. He lost his social behaviour and began to just keep to himself, still moving. He got sick of leaving, watching his friends wave madly behind the pack. It was just extra pain that he didnt need.
As Klex hit maturity, he could see the family life changing for him as they insisting the viscet made friends, in an attempt to himself a mate out there. But he didnt wish to be social anymore. They had stolen this trait from him and upon their desire to return it, he declined, causing a riot amongst the pack, leaving the family fighting with one another.
Unstable on his legs he attempted to stand his ground, ending himself the target of the pack, and unable to really do much about the oncoming attack, Klex just braced his body for the tearing fangs and ripping claws, neither option to come, simply a strong head, pushing his body away, soon landing Klex against a tree.
The hit was solid, the tree even more solid than the hit, forcing his body against it, his head crashing backwards against the tree, jolting forward with his whole body, hitting the ground in front of the tree hard, eyes barely open as he looked at the Viscets, they turned their backs to him and walked away. He saw the last look on his mothers face, it seemed concerned, a single tear rolling down her face as she moved away with the rest of them.
His eyes fell shut and the world went back. Simple. A colour so dark and simple had surrounded his world and had swallowed him whole. A single cage, holding his everything against his will.