Self-fulfilling Prophecy
01-01-2016, 08:59 PM
Bacchus hadn't made it very far from Fiori, while before he could have easily gone where ever he pleased but now that he'd seen his mother more recently... He had barely gone past the boundaries of the eastern lands. Why was he so attached now, after he'd been through so much he couldn't even truly turn away from his parents. He just.. loved them too much to fully let go. To Tiburtius that had been the selfish route, to let them think he had died and never return. Maybe he'd never know what might have happened if he'd never gone back that day. The giant of a wolf would subdue those thoughts as he walked through the soggy lands. His normally brilliant white leg and silvery ones too, were covered in mud from where he splashed as he walked. Likely he wouldn't be clean again until the heat of the summer dried the earth once more. He'd make no fuss of it as he walked, his attention lingering nowhere for long. At least until his red eyes landed on the girl. She was about his age, and flaunting a heat scent that he could not ignore. Easily she'd grasp his attention with her porcelain doll appearance. For a long moment he would stand and watch her, quite transfixed on her movements. |
