A Strange Type Of Chemistry

N/A · 09-05-2015, 09:55 AM

The young man was wandering, alone from the Diamachi at the time being, but his path always lead back to them. They were playing some sort of game, a storytelling game that made the young man regret the fact he had no voice of which to speak. He wanted to weave stories into the air as well, to tell what he had learned and heard of. He had seen much in his young life, of tragedy, of beauty... such a shame it all remained trapped in his head. That was, unless Dom was near. It was only he who could be Bogdan's voice. Ever since he was little, for one reason or another, Bogdan hadn't spoken. Perhaps it was out of fear... but perhaps it was something else too. Perhaps he simply couldn't. He didn't know.

Bogdan would give pause, looking around him. There were cedar trees about, beautiful in their summer, vibrant shades. He could only imagine when they began to change for fall, when the leaves would turn shades and fall to the ground. The young man would hesitate for a moment, breathing in a couple times.

Wolves.

The scent was not that of a pack, but definitely that of a family. The young man would flick his ears forward, bright blue gaze thoughtful as he strode onward. He was curious about them. They didn't smell of the Diamachi, but perhaps that could be a place for them? The Diamachi had saved him after all, and perhaps they could be a help for these wolves as well.

But how Bogdan wished that Domino were here! His brother would be the one to do the talking in this situation, not he. But perhaps he'd still be able to make some sort of progress. It was harder to trust a mute, to not know their intentions, but he meant them no harm. He just hoped that these wolves would understand that and not become violent.

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