Origins (Closed)
The night was cold. Freezing and icy as the snow fell so thick and stuck to the ground. Not a soul should be out in this. The weather would only get worse in the night. Yet footsteps crunched through the snow regardless, shadows filling the space of the alleyway as someone stepped into it.Â
The whimper of a child was heard, one that was more a whine that threatened a cry. One of the figures hissed in contempt. âLeave it! He does nothing but cry and cough. This is more a mercy than letting him die later.â It sounded more as a half heated excuse than any actual reason. A burden off their shoulders.Â
The baby cried when he was set down, the cold immediately sapping the heat from his blanket and making his toes cold. Footsteps leave quickly, ushered away by the cries. They didnât want to risk the brat calling any unwanted attention to them.Â
