Moon's Rising in the West
11-03-2015, 09:16 PM
The beach still called to him sometimes, having been surrounded by the lapping waves for most of his short life. Having grown up on the island with a few others had been a bit of a sheltered life, it wasn't until he had swam to the mass of Alacritia that he had learned life's hard lessons. So there were times that he missed the innocence of his childhood, not that it was really over just yet. So with careful steps he padded slowly along the shore, his minty green eyes watching the ebb and flow of the tide. He had done a lot in the short time that he had been over here, including meeting a very... special friend. His heart gave a pang that Starling wasn't here now to explore the shores with him. He could tell him the story of his childhood, or at least what he could get out with his broken speech. Ears pulled back against his gray skull, but he shook the feeling of loneliness. It was nothing that he didn't know, although he did miss the wolves that he had been raised with. Maybe he should go back soon, visit his ailing mother and see how his father was holding up. Not to mention his aunt and uncle, and their kids as well. With a swish of his tail he looked forward again, only to stop in his tracks. A very familiar silver and black form slipped out of the water, stepping up on the very beach that he stood on. He blinked his eyes several times as he tried to see if he was dreaming or if she was really here. He hadn't seen her since he left the island months again, and really didn't expect to see her so quickly. He very well could be dreaming, he wouldn't put it passed himself that he had an episode and knocked himself out again. But as she began to move, long legs bringing her away from him, he knew that she was really here. Letting out a sharp bark his ears pulled forward, his legs finally listening as he began to trot towards her feminine form. "Faun? That really you?" he asked in his gruff voice, pausing as he reached her side to push his nose into her damp neck. She still smelled of home, with a mix of salt that still clung to her fur. "Come to join me?" He asked again, pulling back with a small chuckle. Viridian had been a year old when he had been born, both of them born in the winter time. In fact, their birth season was fast approaching, which had him frowning at her damp form. She could catch a cold like that. Without saying anything, always preferring to show his emotions through actions instead of words, he leaned against her to offer some of his warmth. His grey coat had grown thicker with his time in the North, and he fluffed it up against her. "Talk" "You" Think |
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