Drawn by Fate
01-29-2016, 03:34 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Miksa traversed along the edge of the territory that had recently been claimed, tiptoeing just outside of the border. Though his tan ears stood perked atop his head, he only half heard the noises around him, his thoughts drowning out what he did not hear. This was his home now. He was indebted to take care of it and act as a guardian for it, following the fighter's way that he had thought could possibly suit him. But the challenge put to him to hold that rank within Celestial, one of the newest packs in the region, had only managed to prove to him how much he still needed to learn.
It was disconcerting, as much as he wished not to be pessimistic about it. His brow drew into a disappointed frown as he considered the spar and his part in it, noting each mistake that had been made, each action that needed to be executed better. Room for improvement, he reminded himself, trying to take on the optimistic tone that his leader had after they had finished sparring. In all things she was optimistic, and no matter that Miksa still continued to chide himself for mistakes she only encouraged with positivism.
Until he decided to work on his sparring again - he did not intend to break from it for very long - Miksa was determined to make himself useful in other ways. Like walking the border and making sure Celestial was safe and peaceful. Finally becoming fully aware of his surroundings again, the white wolf crossed over the border between the Plains and the territory beside it, a rocky region comprised of many earthy shades of red and tan. He had not been out this way before, nor did he intend to go very far. He only wanted to venture a little ways from the pack's border and set his mind at ease that there were no shady individuals lurking about.
Miksa traversed along the edge of the territory that had recently been claimed, tiptoeing just outside of the border. Though his tan ears stood perked atop his head, he only half heard the noises around him, his thoughts drowning out what he did not hear. This was his home now. He was indebted to take care of it and act as a guardian for it, following the fighter's way that he had thought could possibly suit him. But the challenge put to him to hold that rank within Celestial, one of the newest packs in the region, had only managed to prove to him how much he still needed to learn.
It was disconcerting, as much as he wished not to be pessimistic about it. His brow drew into a disappointed frown as he considered the spar and his part in it, noting each mistake that had been made, each action that needed to be executed better. Room for improvement, he reminded himself, trying to take on the optimistic tone that his leader had after they had finished sparring. In all things she was optimistic, and no matter that Miksa still continued to chide himself for mistakes she only encouraged with positivism.
Until he decided to work on his sparring again - he did not intend to break from it for very long - Miksa was determined to make himself useful in other ways. Like walking the border and making sure Celestial was safe and peaceful. Finally becoming fully aware of his surroundings again, the white wolf crossed over the border between the Plains and the territory beside it, a rocky region comprised of many earthy shades of red and tan. He had not been out this way before, nor did he intend to go very far. He only wanted to venture a little ways from the pack's border and set his mind at ease that there were no shady individuals lurking about.
MIKSA
