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Where is Bolt? Where is Bolt? Where is my child? Where the hell is my kid?!
These were questions that ran back and forth through my head, I knew my kid, yes known to wander some, but never too far, and almost always had Batya or Oddy along with them. Normally had another adult with them to keep them out of trouble. But no one could find Bolt, last thing I got was Nightingale stating that Bolt prolly wanted some alone time... saying that they more than liked him. Part of me wanted to be mad at the kid for not saying anything sooner. The sun had almost set. There was a panic in my head and running through my frame that I really hadn't felt before. Something was wrong, Bolt even if upset, would have come back by now. They would have talked about it to Batya, Mact, anyone of their family. There were no secrets kept from each other. So Bolt not having come back... I feared the worst. Rith and Damien were asked to watch the four and I went out to look for Bolt as the sun fully slipped form the sky. Lone moonlight trickling through the orange and red leaves, what of them that remained for the time.
More of them had plundered down from their branches and limbs, but that didn't prevent a firm a coating of them to still linger about as they did. I wasn't best suited for navigating in the dark, I probably should have had another come with me, but I didn't. I lost count how many times I yelled my child's name, I am sure it was heard from Ice Empire. I could hear my own voice, there was no hiding my uneasiness. This ran throughout the night, eventually with morning light beginning to break the crevasse of the mountain frames. The air chilled and ice cold, droplets of salt water were frozen to my face, my voice felt like it was gone, I was exhausted. I was willing bet there was now a party out looking for me, now that there was a thread of sunlight in the sky.
My nostrils were too frozen over to really smell them out, the frozen dew and everything else... only would have made the already impossible task, more so...
I trekked and called out with a voice that eventually had sounded like something that had been dropped off a cliff or was run through by a man's sharp arm. I trekked up a slope, almost slipped a few times going up it. I was exhausted, and I knew I should have turned around hours ago... and have come back during daylight... but; what kind of a mother would do that? I sure as hell wouldn't have, and I do not doubt another would have done that if their own had vanished. Reaching the top of the slope, as it point to point, turned into a decline.
I wearily scanned the tree's floor, looking for anything. There were lifeless bushes, rocks, wilted foliage, Bolt was still no where. I swallowed, wanting to call out again... I knew my voice was gone, but I tried anyway. I bet it would have felt like icey claws having been shoved down my throat, but it was too numb to really feel it. I could feel tears running down my face, I could feel them freezing to my fur. I had to push on.
Another two hours rolled by, the sun having beat into the sky briefly, with heavy clouds having blocked it out within half an hour of the sun's rise. There was weather coming, I knew that much just by the rolling, faint thunder. It was dry... it was going to snow soon. I pushed a little farther, I needed to find shelter from the weather, but I had to look for another hour, I would seek shelter when snow fell, and no sooner. And even then, I'd prolly kill myself by ignoring my body's own tells of self preservation.
I slid my way down a frozen decline, coming to a halt in denser trees, I was a day's journey out by now, no way Bolt... Bolt would have managed this, that is Bolt... thus their name. Storm had picked it well. I took a few more paces, coming around a tree... I stopped.
There was a frame laying on the ground, on its stomach, face down. Instantly there was relief... but I only got two steps before something caught my attention... what wasn't happening. I just... froze in mid step, having ever slowly lowered the raised paw. It was Bolt. I faintly heard my own cry, it was more of an inhale than anything. I could see the melted frost and the partly frozen water. My eyes flicked up for a hair twitch, but saw nothing and were right back... locked on my kid. It... it felt--
I already knew... I stopped again. I wanted to be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please... please... I have to be-- I- ... Bolt...
"Bolt..." I heard my voice crack.
I took a few more steps closer, head lowering, frame trembling... any cold I had felt. Was gone. I was numb. Those five meant everything... it...
"... ... Bolt..." I whispered, having gotten a mere foot away.
I used a paw to attempt to nudge them... ... ... I-- I... I wasn't... I wasn't wrong... Bolt was cold. Partly stiff. They were gone.
My child... my precious... my baby... taken.

Word Count: 945

6EP for Picture
2EP for Writing

8EP to Yickah

Description
Where is Bolt? Where is Bolt? Where is my child? Where the hell is my kid?!
These were questions that ran back and forth through my head, I knew my kid, yes known to wander some, but never too far, and almost always had Batya or Oddy along with them. Normally had another adult with them to keep them out of trouble. But no one could find Bolt, last thing I got was Nightingale stating that Bolt prolly wanted some alone time... saying that they more than liked him. Part of me wanted to be mad at the kid for not saying anything sooner. The sun had almost set. There was a panic in my head and running through my frame that I really hadn't felt before. Something was wrong, Bolt even if upset, would have come back by now. They would have talked about it to Batya, Mact, anyone of their family. There were no secrets kept from each other. So Bolt not having come back... I feared the worst. Rith and Damien were asked to watch the four and I went out to look for Bolt as the sun fully slipped form the sky. Lone moonlight trickling through the orange and red leaves, what of them that remained for the time.
More of them had plundered down from their branches and limbs, but that didn't prevent a firm a coating of them to still linger about as they did. I wasn't best suited for navigating in the dark, I probably should have had another come with me, but I didn't. I lost count how many times I yelled my child's name, I am sure it was heard from Ice Empire. I could hear my own voice, there was no hiding my uneasiness. This ran throughout the night, eventually with morning light beginning to break the crevasse of the mountain frames. The air chilled and ice cold, droplets of salt water were frozen to my face, my voice felt like it was gone, I was exhausted. I was willing bet there was now a party out looking for me, now that there was a thread of sunlight in the sky.
My nostrils were too frozen over to really smell them out, the frozen dew and everything else... only would have made the already impossible task, more so...
I trekked and called out with a voice that eventually had sounded like something that had been dropped off a cliff or was run through by a man's sharp arm. I trekked up a slope, almost slipped a few times going up it. I was exhausted, and I knew I should have turned around hours ago... and have come back during daylight... but; what kind of a mother would do that? I sure as hell wouldn't have, and I do not doubt another would have done that if their own had vanished. Reaching the top of the slope, as it point to point, turned into a decline.
I wearily scanned the tree's floor, looking for anything. There were lifeless bushes, rocks, wilted foliage, Bolt was still no where. I swallowed, wanting to call out again... I knew my voice was gone, but I tried anyway. I bet it would have felt like icey claws having been shoved down my throat, but it was too numb to really feel it. I could feel tears running down my face, I could feel them freezing to my fur. I had to push on.
Another two hours rolled by, the sun having beat into the sky briefly, with heavy clouds having blocked it out within half an hour of the sun's rise. There was weather coming, I knew that much just by the rolling, faint thunder. It was dry... it was going to snow soon. I pushed a little farther, I needed to find shelter from the weather, but I had to look for another hour, I would seek shelter when snow fell, and no sooner. And even then, I'd prolly kill myself by ignoring my body's own tells of self preservation.
I slid my way down a frozen decline, coming to a halt in denser trees, I was a day's journey out by now, no way Bolt... Bolt would have managed this, that is Bolt... thus their name. Storm had picked it well. I took a few more paces, coming around a tree... I stopped.
There was a frame laying on the ground, on its stomach, face down. Instantly there was relief... but I only got two steps before something caught my attention... what wasn't happening. I just... froze in mid step, having ever slowly lowered the raised paw. It was Bolt. I faintly heard my own cry, it was more of an inhale than anything. I could see the melted frost and the partly frozen water. My eyes flicked up for a hair twitch, but saw nothing and were right back... locked on my kid. It... it felt--
I already knew... I stopped again. I wanted to be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please... please... I have to be-- I- ... Bolt...
"Bolt..." I heard my voice crack.
I took a few more steps closer, head lowering, frame trembling... any cold I had felt. Was gone. I was numb. Those five meant everything... it...
"... ... Bolt..." I whispered, having gotten a mere foot away.
I used a paw to attempt to nudge them... ... ... I-- I... I wasn't... I wasn't wrong... Bolt was cold. Partly stiff. They were gone.
My child... my precious... my baby... taken.

Word Count: 945

6EP for Picture
2EP for Writing

8EP to Yickah