Alone
He was alone.
A mere hour ago he’d had a home, a family. Now he was alone.
His parents’ territory was safe, the den located behind a thick tangle of thorn-bushes. There was no Mustang pack around; none came, not after his Edward-father had killed the young Mustang. The predator had strayed into their territory- not ours, his parents’- and Edward-parent took care of the intruder. He and Alphonse-brother had helped, a bit. But the spikes they produced couldn’t hold a candle to the impressive feats of alchemy their father had demonstrated.
The pelt of the Mustang, still relatively pristine and new, was taken to the den to teach them about Mustangs and their “packs”, their “rank” system. The Mustang that Edward-father killed, his “rank” was still only at “Major”, but his skills with fire had been impressive, at least in his and Alphonse-brother’s eyes. The foreign words of the Gunbu were still so alien to him, the event seemed like it happened only yesterday- No.
Gone.
Alphonse-brother had left many a snow-season ago, looking for an Edward of his own. And meanwhile he- he waited for an Alphonse of his own, too, a strong mate that would help him produce good, healthy kits.
None came.
Their territory was too safe, too secluded. The hunting-ground was large, but not much large prey lived here, just rabbits and mice. Alphonses wouldn’t think to seek an Edward of their own here. And so many moons passed, many a snow-season. Too many.
Edward-father gave him sometimes wary, even hostile, looks. Alphonse-father wasn’t so blatantly obvious, but through the seemingly-benign glances he could see, what message really lay beneath those eyes-
Leave.
Along came more and more small gestures of unwelcome as time went on by. Less food for him to eat, the best parts never given to him anymore, not even as a treat. Cold glances and disregarding attitude his parents treated him with.
Then one day, without warning, a crackle, accompanied by the scent of alchemy came from within the den. He rushed into the den, preparing for perhaps an attack, and-
Kits. So tiny, as small as field rabbits, but they were alive and squirming.
He wanted kits. He wanted kittens of his own. The sense of loss, something missing, was never great as it was then. If he could just touch them, feel their soft skin, their tiny hands, maybe the emptiness would be alleviated, just once...
He crept closer to the kits, and tried to reach for a golden-furred kitten.
Then suddenly, a snarl, a force that made the air rush out of his lungs-
Edward-father.
He was holding him down, his face a mask of pure fury.
Leave. You are no longer welcome here.
And so- he left. He transmuted his kit-pelt into one suitable for traveling, and left. He had not imagined the leaving of his parents’ territory like this. He had imagined, when he finally transmuted his kit-pelt into the flamboyant red-and-black, that he would be with an Alphonse of his own. Just once he looked back to the den, and looking back was Edward-father at the mouth of the den, unmoving. A silent threat.
A mere hour ago, he’d had a home, a family. Now he was alone.
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Holy shit. I wrote zoofic ? (;￫д￩)ｯ! For my first fanfic ever, at that... I actually wrote this at two or so last night, as the bunny wouldn't leave me be.
If you'd review and tell me what you liked/disliked, I'll be very thankful :3