
Mazin sat upon the sharp rocks in obsidian flats. He recalled that not so long ago he had thought the stones were so sharp he’d never be used to walking on them. Now here he was with his rump being poked by the stones and he barely even noticed a thing. The black cub let out a long, exhausted sigh as he dwelled on his thoughts. He been thinking of Shen a lot lately. Not intentionally at first. He started out missing his family, but these thoughts would lead to thoughts of his mother, and how she had sided with Shen and his Dragon Army. It wasn’t that he was bitter about that… Well, yes, yes he was. But he was kept up this late into the night for another- not entirely unrelated matter.
Shen had been merciless when Asher went down in the fight. He wasted no time making an example of the poor pale b’alam. Whether it was Shen’s intention or not now Mazin couldn’t help but replay the event over and over again in his mind. The more he thought about it the more he felt like he was going to be sick.
So that was the solution then. He just wouldn’t think about it. Only… It was hard trying not to think of his family (which inevitably lead to thoughts of Shen) when he missed them all so darn much! He especially missed his mother since he was too far away to try and convince her she had sided with the wrong guy!
“Arrrugh!” Mazin angrily roared into the night. How was he supposed to make the bad thoughts stop? The cub tried pounding his paw against his head. “Go away! Just go away you bad memories!”
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