It wasn't enough
03-05-2016, 12:47 AM
Xephyris wandered the mangroves restlessly, even though the moon was high and the sky pitch black. He should have been sleeping, but he hadn't found anywhere suitable for himself, so instead of resting, he paced anxiously. He wasn't sure if he belonged in this place yet, and it bothered him. He was supposed to find the Knight, Athena, but all he knew was her name. Maybe he'd seen her at the meeting, but he was one to only half pay attention to the 'who' of things - he was more interested in the 'what'. He needed to know the news of things happening, but he paid much less attention to who was involved in things, and therefore he didn't pick up on faces and names very well. Yet on this night, he couldn't help but to feel restless. He needed to find his place amongst the ranks here, and soon. His efforts within the last pack he'd been a part of had not been enough... he had still failed them. He didn't want failure. He wanted to succeed. He needed to succeed. It was required of his existence to make a difference, to make an imprint wherever he went, but he couldn't do that just sitting around enjoying life. Where was this woman named Athena? How could he find her? It seemed unlikely to him that he would find her on a night like this, but perhaps for some reason she would be up and about as well, if he was lucky. So, he continued to march along the borders of the mangroves, hoping to come across something or someone of interest. |