A Tempest Looms
11-06-2016, 08:08 PM
After Kharnage's talk with Mercy the male had been pretty adamant about enjoying his family free life. At first he'd found solace in the fact that he wasn't surrounded by adults anymore. There was no one around him anymore who could look down on him for his choice of words, his brooding personality, and no one that he had to depend on. He didn't have to face the disappointments that came one right after another due to the lack of proper training. He didn't have to attend Vereux's stupid attempts at bonding or his even more cringe-worthy healing lessons that ended up not being worth the effort of appearing. He didn't have to worry about appealing to his mother and living up to any standards set for him. Kharn was free and he could act and do as he pleased. As time passed though the newfound enjoyment of his freedom turned into loneliness and one again into irritation. He was constantly on the verge of a pissy mood. He was still rather irritated with his mother. She still didn't seem to be the same woman he'd known back in Imperium, but his longing for company was starting to override it. His original ideas of finding strangers to teach him had failed and the only thing he'd managed to accomplish was learning how to get his own food. Even that was becoming a harder task with winter looming. Prey had already been scarce due to the lack of rain and it was only going to get worse. His fighting skills were dismal at best at times. Regulus had only given him the basics when he was younger and since then he hadn't been able to pick up much on his own. He'd managed to square off against a coyote at one point, on his trip to the desert, and had barely managed to kill the mangy mutt. It was only by sheer luck he'd managed to get a hold of its throat, but not before it'd gotten a nice bite to his chest. He'd had a better time in scrounging for interesting items. He'd never seen a cactus before and his mind had automatically flicked towards his sibling, Dragon. He snickered at the thought of taking the prickly thing home to show him before he remembered that he no longer lived in Ivalice with the rest of him. This had put him in a rather foul mood and to his regret he'd taken it out on the cactus before learning that the cacti felt very much like a porcupine when he bit into it. He'd learned his lesson after not being able to eat for a week. The cactus had given him an idea though and eventually he'd managed to dig one up before spearing it on a stick. The thing was partially dried up now and stiff, but still quite covered in prickly spines. His plan for it was a thoroughly enjoyable one and on more than one occasion it'd helped brighten his mood considerably. So it was at this point in time, cactus, stick, and all that he'd trudged back towards the borders of Ivalice. His boredom and longing to see his cinnamon coated sibling overrode all anger towards his mother. He paused at the borders, having to remind himself he could no longer crossed them, and plopped himself down before them. He let the speared cactus fall to the ground before he raised his head and summoned his brother. He wasn't particularly keen on seeing his mother first and instead hoped to see Dragon before he made his final decision on coming home. Walk, "Talk" Think |
11-06-2016, 10:48 PM