The Unseen Prince

Cries From The Past

Get up.

His back aches- hell, his whole body is screaming at him to stop moving but he has no choice.

Hurry.

What a horrid sight... A prince struggling to stand on his own two feet like some child- pathetic.

Come on.

Finally, the prince was finally able to stand up from the floor an exception being a hand that gently laid on the bed in case he was to lose balance. It had been a few minutes since his viridescent-eyed farmer had departed. Guilt was late to settle in but it hit as hard as ever once it had and Razor wasn't quite ready to face it. I mean- He just had pushed away his closest friend for no reason other than selfishness whenever they had yet to of discussed what happened. Thoughts raced through his head, littered with "What if's..?" and "If only's.." A main focus was if this overwhelming pain in his chest was the reason why he wasn't allowed to have friends. He could chat with the maids or chefs but knew deep down it was only because his parents forced people to pity him. Razor began to believe they did this to avoid him ruining a genuine friendship and causing this pain!.. That meant they didn't trust him to make friends though which led to even more hurt and doubts. Then there was that second focus of him doing just that, focusing on himself too much. What about Bennett and how he felt? All of these overwhelming thoughts only led to more questions than answers so he decided to just get dressed and carry on with his day. He was the prince after all, he had things to do and didn't have time to waste on conflicting thoughts and emotions let alone a boy... but that boy is his friend... or was?

A lone father stood beside a tree, his tall lengthy figure stood stagnant against the pale hues of brown. A small child, that of a toddler, was ushered by his father to go play while he watched. The pair could easily be mistaken for humans if it wasn't for those unmistakable glowing eyes. With their more prominent features out of the way, all that remained would be those ears and tails except with that fluffy hair hiding the toddler's ears and his tail tucked between his legs where the father simply had enough control to shift into a human form it takes those out of the equation. The father quietly watched his once beloved son wander off into the woods, turning his back towards his son as the two went their separate ways whether they wanted it or not.

-A human had been lost in the woods one day... The wind of a raging storm had blown away her entire village, leaving nothing but a sight that reeked of death. She had run into the Waryha woods out of foolish rage for the world- only snapping back to reality once the rain had stopped and she realized she was lost. Lucky enough she was found by a handsome man who gladly guided her outside of the forest. Before the woman had even learned of this mysterious man's name she was already head over heels in love. Give the two lovers a few years and they were now married and living life to its fullest. She soon learned of the true identity of her husband and soon turned spiteful. The woman wanted out of the relationship for the sole reason of him being a werewolf. This escape would never happen though due to her lack of motivation to pick up a job, unlike her hardworking husband.

In his eyes... it was a beautiful marriage- an unbreakable bond between two people from vastly different backgrounds was a sight to behold in his world whereas to the wife the very thought was repulsing. The unthinkable truth was that a beautiful baby born was the straw that broke the camel's back. She was filled with rage at that point and felt nothing but disgust every time those small floppy ears would find the strength to stand up at the sight of the baby's entire world, its parents. Two years later and the woman left leaving her innocent child and confused husband behind. He couldn't remember anything he had said to upset her so his only solution and scapegoat was the little boy still resting in his arms. And so, the father took his kin to the Waryha Woods that fateful day with the intention of coming out without the child in hand. -