warship my wreck
12-08-2015, 11:11 PM
Okay so perhaps hanging out at Mount Volkan wasn't going to make his boredom any better. It hadn't taken the twisted lord long to figure out that it would never be the same as it was when he was but a child. Even a brute as independent and selfish as he was knew the importance of family and it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize how truly alone he was. He hadn't even heard of a whisper about any of the Jaeger's for a long time. With his parents gone and no idea if any of his siblings were even alive... well he didn't hold out hope that he wasn't the last one left. His previous denial about accepting such a fact was his unraveling, but now he was beginning to accept it. It was a depressing thought for the male though. He was the last of his bloodline, as far as he cold tell, and his father had always told them of their "impressive lineage" when they were children. Oh how Nnoitra would be disappointed now. A disgusted scowl crossed his visage as he thought about it. He wasn't getting any younger yet the thought of procreating was still as awful as ever. His father had managed to get past it with his mother but Grimm wouldn't pretend to be like Nnoitra. He was a self-absorbed asshole who cared only to fulfill how own whims and desires. It didn't seem like he'd finish his father's wishes any time soon. But it wasn't like him to brood on his own loneliness and lack of accomplishing anything in his five years of life. So to fix the chaotic boredom that had taken of his life he left the confines of the mountain. The West wasn't exactly what he'd expected when he'd set out on a journey but it was at least slightly warmer so he wouldn't complain. Not that he would have complained about the cold of the north (he wasn't a whiny child anymore) but it was nice not to have to feel the icy bite of the wind nipping through his thin fur. As far as entertaining was concerned though this place wasn't as pleasant on the eyes. Everything was dried up, dull, and plain. He was almost ready to turn around and start the long trek home when the sound of a male caught his attention. Black tipped ears flicked forward curiously as the word "Brutus" was shrieked into the air. It didn't take Grimm long to realize that it wasn't just any word being called out, but a name. It couldn't hurt to see what was going on, right? It didn't take him long to reach the dried up river where he found a tattered dark colored wolf. His blue and green gaze rested on the creature and Grimm had to admit the other wolf was rather interesting looking from what he could see. Between the various scars dotted all over it looked like the other had been used as a chew toy. That wasn't what caught his attention the most though, instead it the sorrowful look that rested on the older wolf's face. Was that tears? He wasn't good at dealing with other's emotions though he was already so close. It seemed too late to back out now. He supposed he could stay long enough to figure out what was up just to sate his own curiosity. So he padded closer and stopped some feet away giving them a respectable distance from one another. "Do tell... what has the power to cause a beast like you to be so depressing?" He asked curiously plopping his rump to the ground and letting his tail curl around his haunches. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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