Ch. 2 His actions with consequ
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16.09.2021 21:30
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Over the course of a few weeks, the baby grew stronger, he opened his ice blue eyes and got adjusted to standing. The parents wanted nothing to do with him and they made him sleep in the old sheep shack, where sheep used to be sheered.
He didn't want to believe their hard to believe depictions of him, he wished he was just normal. Many had tried to reason for the farmer to kill him, but he simply shooed them off, wanting nothing of their rubbish nonsense. Even if he was a bit afraid of him himself, deep down he still felt he had potential. He kept on thinking he had better luck on selling such a rare goat offspring along with maybe a new species.
His thoughts were disturbed when he heard laughter of the local village children, he grew curious and slowly got out from the safety of his nest and peaked through a slit in the wall, where the sunlight poured in weakly. He watched with his curious ice blue gaze as the children kicked a large round thing around. 'wow... I wonder what it would be like.... to play with someone..?'. He watched for a little while and grew lost in thought.
"Mia get the ball!!" a small boy shouted, running after a girl with braided dark brown, almost black hair and tan colored skin, who he assumed was Mia. She had got the ball and ran, she seemed faster than most kids and he watched intently, she dodged a couple boys and kicked it into the goal, he wagged his stubbed tail. "Great job, Mia!". He whispered to her, even though she would never know what he said, he hoped the blessing would reach her.
"Watching village kids play huh?" He looked through the hole and flicked his tail angrily. "y-yes sir.." Jagard whispered innocently, loud enough so he could hear. "Something your not supposed to... you idiot...." His words hurt Jagard, he whimpered softly, he wanted to cry but just couldn't. He shook his head sadly and just had to deal with the sharp words his father had insulted him with.
He growled, mumbling his words as he slowly looked back at Jagard, with a distrustful gaze. "You know better then to watch children you monster.... you already know that no one will accept you... you must accept that..." He lowered his ears and looked at his paws, he hated the thought of being unaccepted and alone, he wished that there was at least someone that liked him.
Suddenly, his father pawed at the ground, his anger issues were pretty bad the past few weeks and he didn't have anyone to help him with it, or anything to help calm him down. He mainly just was all by himself at times, other then the occasional times he had with his mate. But he never had time to calm down and would take out his anger out on his own son.
He pawed the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes glinted with pure rage. He bared his teeth and launched himself towards Jagard, who flinched badly and darted out of the way, before he collided with him. He didn't stick the landing well as Jagard lost his footing and rolled onto his belly, petrified of his own father. Roberto smacked his head into the wall, and not at his intended target. Jagard tried to hide from him before he recovered but was met with a harsh, painful blow to the side.
Finally Jagard had enough and he unsheathed his claws, finally getting his lost strength back, he launched onto his father's back and dug his claws into his skin. Fear scent escaped his father's bloody scent and he growled. Jagard wanted to go for his neck, but leaped off quickly, having given his father a warning attack.
His father seemed to calm down as his legs supported his now bloody backed body. the scratches bled little by little as his father watched him in horror. Jagard sat in the shadows as if he were perfectly fine, he watched his father as his shaky body made its way out of the sheep shack back towards the barn. Jagard licked his bloody claws in a little satisfaction.
