Out In Right Field [August]

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Something was just off in Feral's world. He hadn't a clue what it might of been but since he had been purchased by a doctor. Well, everything started to go off kilter. The good doctor had been thrilled to come across the bear and yet seemed all too disappointed in the urakata at the same time. Feral didn't know the man who looked into his little cage. Nor did he respond to the name Johnathan that the man had insisted on calling him. Who was Johnathan? Apparently, it must of been someone that looked just like Feral. When the urakata corrected him on his proper name, the man looked dumbfounded. Wasn't Feral his name? He remembered being called Feral or was there another meaning attached to that name?

Johnathan. It was a name that just didn't roll off the tongue very well for Feral. It wasn't that he disliked the name he just couldn't grasp it even though he mentally fished for it in the dark. As hard as he flailed about to find the meaning to the name that rang a very, very small bell in his head, nothing happened. It only lead to his personal frustration. Still, beyond the mixed feelings he was purchased and brought to his new home.

Even as he walked through the doors the doctor still called him by a name that wasn't his at all. Feral kept his tongue in check and merely followed the younger man as he was shown around the house. It turned out, he didn't need the man to show him about as Feral seemed to know where he was going without even realizing it. He had never been in this home and yet he found his way into the kitchen after he was told they were going their next. It was an odd, creepy and very unsettling feeling that nestled into the pit of his stomach. How did he know which hallway was what?

Even now in the late hours in the night, Feral was moving through the home. His Master had retired and Feral was left to his own devices even though he was supposed to be sleeping in his own area. Too bad he was never big on orders. The bear moved down each hallway at his own pace, looking around each corner. He didn't feel lost at all when he really should of. In fact, this whole damn situation was giving him a headache from the nine corners of hell.

The more he thought about this place and his Master August, it just caused his head to pound. At some point, the bear found his way into a room he believed to be a study. It had books lined everywhere and a single desk in the corner. On the shelves where photos and odd little trinkets here and there. Feral paid no mind to them as he combed through the room. Maybe, it would be best if he slipped out through a window. He could make a run for it. That would get rid of his headaches.

But then he would have to deal with that asshole, Ajax, again and Feral wasn't so sure he was fully up to that kind of fight again. Sighing, he turned his attention away from the large window and moved to the pictures. Only one image stood out to him and it was a young child with dark hair and was not wearing an eye patch. Confused, he stared at the picture but nothing happened. Why did he have that nasty feeling going on in his gut again. He could feel the frustration building back up.

Flopping into desk chair, he stat there with the picture in front of him. Just staring at it and nothing more. Who was the kid? "God, this makes my head hurt." He muttered to no one with a quick flip of the wrist, he knocked he image down on the desk. Leaning back in the chair, Feral rubbed his temples to try and relieve the pressure building there.