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Starling

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
6
size
Large
build
Light
posts
346
player
keanai
10-02-2015, 03:59 PM
Starling had so many ideas to go with his dreams, so many plans to fulfill his wished, and all it took was a little approval from a certain Azat. He lived to learn, and for his father's approval. And what better way to learn, than to go out there and learn. He needed to perfect his craft, it was his entire life purpose. Everything about him depended on the flowers at his feet, and how well he could name them. It was an odd purpose to have, he would never be one that went down in history books, nor would he be one that would be able to defend his pack against war....but he was useful, somehow...right?

With a sigh he'd trot through the long grass of the plains, blue eyes turned towards the ground at his paws. He was nervous, anxious even...the last time he and his father spoke...it wasn't the best. Starling had been...reactionary at the hunt, and Bass quickly reprimanded him, as if Starling had always done something so childish, or at least that was the way the young destruction thought. He felt like he had lost all of his father's approval, which was very difficult for him. He needed to please his father, like he needed air in his lungs. It was part of the reason he threw himself headlong into his craft. He knew he wasn't like Lark, he didn't have the leadership qualities, wasn't a fantastic fighter (even though he did try...and almost always failed miserably). Bass was a warrior, he held a mercenary pack in his paws...and he birthed an imperfect stuttering healer. There was bound to be...some disappointment there, right?

He shook his head then, blue eyes hardening slightly before he looked up, searching out his father. He needed his approval, needed to show him Starling was getting older and maturing. That he truly believed Abaven was the family that he had said they were. And he would do everything for his family, no matter what. So he trotted towards his father's den, searching him out. There was so much to ask permission for, and he wanted to get started right away.

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