Heron Lake Plateau fuzzy feelin’ and i miss you. why can nothing stay the same? [P2]

An angered scream shakes the plateau, followed by the snapping of shrubbery.

Takara had disappeared, again, without warning. It left a wound much larger than it had last time. Surely, she would stay present in her son's life? Prove that she could be trusted as she had before? That's what he believed, and yet he was left alone, angry and confused. Before he had clung onto the hope she would show her face again, but that was crushed now. It was a foolish dream.

He spent that morning stomping around, tearing up anything that he could grab a hold of, letting out a frusturated screech every once in awhile. It was emotionally taxing and he eventually subcumbed to exhaustion. Orochi fell to the earth and silent sobs yanked his shoulders up and down. 

Something unsual cut his breakdown short. Something frightening. Orochi only noticed it as he tried to stand up, only to be knocked down again. 

It stopped a few moments later. Orochi immediately flew up and bolted forward. Could this day be any worse?

During his mad dash he managed to spot two figures in the corner of his eye. Of course their angered frenzy would draw an aggressive boy forward. Their battle was quite a sight. His tail whipped back and forth as he watched this man fling his attacker into the water and defeat it with pure strength. It was a skill he could only dream of having.

That face that towered over the dead creature was unforgettable. He had appeared briefly during his infancy and Orochi had watched him fight before. Once again the speckled male left the boy in awe.

This fleeting happiness was disrupted by an urgent call. Minori. The thought of her made his blood boil. As soon as he caught her running towards the bloodied warrior he ran in the other direction. He did not wish to even see her now.