Let It Reign {Claiming}
12-30-2015, 09:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2015, 09:47 AM by Steel.)
This.. this was not his home. It had never been his home. No more than the Mangroves had been his home. Steel had, quite honestly, never had a home.. and he had begun to wonder if he ever would. He was a vagabond if there ever was one, a lost soul with no purpose and no goal in sight. For awhile he had been trailing near Faria, never far from her or her children, though he was a stranger to them at best. Even to Mithras, he was little more than a name and a face. It was surprising, to say the least, when he heard a call that signified a claim. Mithras was claiming this place as his own. He'd never been particularly fond of him.. not that he disliked him, either. Steel had grown close to Faria and out of nowhere it seemed as though he had returned, and won her over, and given her children. Despite his prolonged absence. He'd always been fairly open around Faria, but he'd grown distant as of late. It felt like he didn't belong with her anymore - she had children and those children had a father. Love was the last thing on his mind, but he certainly trusted and cared for Faria far more than he had ever cared about anyone. He couldn't help but feel an aching emptiness inside him as he considered that Faria and Mithras shared something special, something that he would never share with her. A forlorn sigh, meant for no one but himself, left his lips as he pondered over the call. The idea of living without Faria was unpleasant, and while being alone sounded tempting.. he didn't really think he would be happier anywhere else. He trudged toward the call, his paws dragging through the wilted grass of the once-emerald valley. Soon it would be coming to life once again, as winter faded into spring. The imminent change of seasons wasn't terribly thrilling to him. He preferred the stark cold of winter to the sweltering summer. His brows furrowed, his mind reeling as he slowly made his way toward the gathering. Mithras was easy to spot as his journey came to a close, and his expression would harden slightly as he approached, though he came to an easy stop and settled to his haunches without a word. |
