ghosts that we knew.
01-05-2016, 12:07 PM
Sadness was something that could easily cling at any wolf. Rivaxorus surely would be one of those with how his family had fallen apart. He hadn't planned on finding himself here on these cliffs, yet as any adult would he didn't show signs of being afraid of the drop below. His two different colored orbs had other things in mind. After all he was only burying the memory in his head of watching that animal strangle his mother. Something he wanted to throw away. He probably wouldn't have been thinking about it, if it wasn't the sound of someone sobbing coming to his ears. The male stiffened as he approached quietly. There was his grandmother - now that he was an adult she seemed so much smaller compared to when he had been a pup. He frowned, walking forward as his nose came in contact with her shoulder.
"It's never good to hold it in anyways Epiphron." the young male said softly. Maybe then he could just offer some sort of comfort towards her. He didn't know his grandmother very well. His gray tail flicking. All he knew was that she was family and extremely important family at that. As he settled down on his rump he hummed softly, he wasn't going to let sadness rule his families life. It didn't matter how much older they got, he'd be there for them. At every corner and milestone they met. |
