Stone Circle turn off your porcelain face

The weight ceased, and Clay—broken, and feeling smaller than ever under the heavy gaze of his mother wobbled to his legs to stand in front of her. No longer was he the boy that sat and cried, clinging near to her leg for comfort like one often did to the stones. No— now he stood before her, rivaling her with his size, cept' for the grace and authority she carried.

"I," the silence and her expression spoke volumes to him and he withered beneath her slightly. Had he upset her with his words? With his dismissal and abandonment? "I'm sorry," he whispered, looking down at his trembling paws with folded ears. "I didn't mean to. I was scared, I was abducted by this man and taken far from here."

Is that what it had been? Abduction? He had went of his own free will but the man- Vengenace, had warped his sense of reality. Taken advantage of him as a pup. "There was a bunch of us, he was building an army of children for his pack to takeover. I-" he was rambling now, and his breath was catching in his throat.

"Im sorry," he hiccuped once more as he flushed a deep color of shame. He was now crawling beneath her, showing Valette the sunken state of his stomach in submission as he wagged his tail. "Please forgive me."


No. He was still that boy.