Thunder Dome House of Broken Bones

@Asterr

Deep breaths plagued his lungs as they grasped for something shallower. A time when he wasn't always running away or towards something. He never could just be. It would appear that the oh so simple road of living peacefully proved more difficult than he could bare at the moment. What was he doing here? He'd never been the kind of person who liked silence.

 Cruel as it was, his brain was intact, curiously firing at why he was always alone. He loathed the silence, yet was comforted by it. Was he going mad? No, never. Kieran kept a cool head, all the while knowing that internally arguing with ones self did not further a plea of healthy mind. Leaving to muddle in his own weariness and pity. Until the snowflakes stared to fall.

 With nowhere else to go, he'd taken to kicking around the mountains, because they were most like home. If, he supposed, his home was an empty expanse of rocks and shrubbery and crappy little springs, instead of a bustling metropolis of wolves and violence. It was better than nothing, and there was nobody to harass him out here.  For what it was worth; he didn't expect to find much. 

He sat idly, staring out at the horizon, disregarding the icy breeze that howled around the cliffside. Just like home. If everyone at home all died at once, anyway. He stood up, a bitter smile crossing his face.  Resting his head against the grating rock, Kieran growled deep in his chest. Roaring thunder broke the trap of his lips and wrested the silence from the air. He felt wiped, as if the world had reached up through him and wrenched his heart out.