Do the boogie all night long
03-03-2016, 02:43 PM
Grimm huffed silently to himself. It was a silent breath of irritation with his surroundings. How could this place be so insufferably boring? He had no interest in plant life. The new trees that had sprung up after the fire that'd burned down the old ones were all the same looking. No interesting wildlife to look at and no wolves to play with. Why the hell had he come here in the first place? Boredom. His lip curled in disgust at the thought. At least when he'd stayed with his father things had stayed interesting. Nnoitra always had this knack for making everything a game while teaching him at the same time. That and he had company worth having. His siblings had gone and now he was by himself. The easiest thing to curb his loneliness ew would be to join a pack. From what he'd noticed though all the packs were soft. There was one in the north but from what he'd heard they were a bunch of religious nut bags. He'd heard of Abaven... all a bunch of softies. Imperium... he didn't have much of an opinion on. From what he'd heard they were all fighters, not that he couldn't fight, but he didn't prefer to when it was an option. From there... well the easiest conclusion was that all the packs were worthless. None of them were like Tortuga and none of them ever would be. Night had fallen now but the male was hardly tired. So he continued his silent trek through the "forest" very much like a ghost. He had no intention of finding a place to rest any time soon. The night was silent and brought a certain eerie comfort that they day time couldn't provide. It seemed the silence wouldn't last long though. His nostrils quivered as a scent traveled to him. It was feminine, females were all I seemed to find really, and judging from the smell she wasn't a part of a pack. Instead of seeking her out like some desperate fuck he planted himself under a very pathetic scraggly tree and took a seat. She'd come to him. Or at least that's what he intended at least. Walk, "Talk" Think |