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Mortar

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
90
player
07-01-2016, 06:59 PM


The boy no longer cared where his paws brought him. With no place to call home and no permanent spot to rest his head he just kept moving. He was older now and at least knew how to hunt for himself. He'd picked up on a few things while living in Donostrea and he was no longer the sniveling pup that had been left on their borders. He was a little more serious and a lot more sad, but he was almost over the depression part. It'd been months since the pack had just mysteriously disappeared and he'd had a long time to grow the hell up. There was only so long he could mope before he realized he actually had to take care of himself even if he was all alone.

More than anything he still missed Seraphiel. She'd promised to be his best friend to the end and then she was just gone. If they'd left why didn't they take him with them? It was hard to forget you were all by yourself when everything was a painful reminder of it. He slept by himself now and it was almost like he'd forgotten how to talk. He hadn't spoken to anyone in what felt like forever. A part of him wondered if he would sound weird when he finally did have a conversation with someone.

The loneliness he could cope with but it was hunger that was bothering him. Anyone who had known him before now would realize that he'd lost a bit of weight since the disappearance of the Elementas family. Of course any traces of puppy fat were now gone and he'd long since reached his full height of forty-two inches. What was once fat had turned into hard muscle. Between having to hunt for himself and often spending long arduous hours chasing after something worth catching was certainly enough to build up some mass. The rest had been by having to defend himself from the rest of the unforgiving predators stalking the lands and all the traveling he'd done in the past few months.

Thankfully the Winter had been a mild one and he'd been a bit more fortunate in finding food so he didn't look like a skeleton. He could tell spring was right around the corner also so that was a relief to the boy. Prey would certainly become more abundant and with mothers surely about to have their young they'd be slower. He'd have a better time of feeding himself for sure. In the mean time Mortar found himself thinking about the territory he was traveling through. He'd never seen anything quite like it. It was eerily quiet and yet it was serene in a way that convinced him that he shouldn't be making any noise. So he walked as quietly as a two-hundred plus pound animal could. Everything seemed to be white too between the trees and stones that littered the ground. It was like something ancient lay buried here somewhere and all it took was an adventurous soul to come find it. He could imagine Seraphiel would have loved this place. She would have made a grand story of it and then they could have gotten into all sorts of trouble together. He'd never had a knack for story telling like she could, and had also lost any form of his childish nature he'd once had, so to him it was just some mysterious and mystical place he was passing through.

His gaze wouldn't remain on the scenery for too long as the sight of a wolf caught his attention. It was a female, nearly as big as he, with rather familiar dark form and gray markings. The scent was different, older even, but she was clearly the same age as him. The boy came to a standstill ten yards from her with his bi-colored gaze locked onto her in utter shock. It couldn't be! He was positive they'd ll perished. After going to long without seeing any traces of his family he'd been sure they'd all died at the hands of the enemy. Yet here she stood. It was almost as though he was seeing a ghost. He almost didn't want to speak for fear that she'd vanish. Maybe this place was just playing tricks on him and all she was was an illusion. He had to be sure though?

"Ricochet?" He could barely get his voice past a whisper. He was scared it wouldn't be her. He so desperately wanted it to be her. He was tired of being alone.

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