Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

WOO PARTY CRASHERS!

"Clay"
"No"
"Brother"
"Merrit"
"stop!"
"Valette's son!"

Words jumbled together, a distant sound that buzzed in his brain making everything cohesive and annoying. The only thing known to him was fear, and the loud beating of his heart accompanied by the rush of blood in his ears. He had pulled them back in an attempt to drown out the noise, the sounds, the few words that poked through his shell and drove themselves deep into his thoughts.

Everything was too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.

He snapped his eyes open, desperate to get a look at what was causing him such pain. Who was attacking him? Who was hurting him? Who was feeding him these thoughts and causing his body was die. Was he dying? All that he was met with was dark vision, a haze that settled over him like a veil. It did little to calm him, only spurring on his erratic state.

Until a weight settled over him, warm and big and encompassing. The fur was soft, and the scent strange. It grounded him, and soon enough he could pull air back into his lungs. He hiccuped a cry, and drove his face deep into the warmth. Brother. Merrit. "Merrit," he hiccuped once more. "Don't leave."