Distance

*Bronze i* · 06-16-2013, 08:01 PM

For so long, Bronze had grown accustomed to a life of waiting. Wandering, with no goal in mind save for survival. Self-protection had always been his first priority; yet now, even as the winter began to grow harsh, the threat of hunger never seemed to loom overhead. They'd been blessed with plentiful food, and even the young children seemed to be flourishing in Seracia. It had been so long since he'd been able to ignore such things and instead, focus almost entirely on his mental life.

Such things, honestly, seemed to him to be far more difficult. How unstable his emotions were, the desires he felt often conflicting and growing stronger and subsequently weaker the next moment. One moment he was enraptured in Silent's presence, as though relieving scenes from years he craved to return to; she made him feel young again, and he clung to that feeling desperately as though he might somehow travel back in time and relieve those days. And he did, each night he slept with his limbs intertwined with her own, the feeling of flesh against flesh powerfully intoxicating.

And yet upon the arrival of morning, he tended to be drawn back to Seracia, worried for Loccian's safety, unwilling to abandon the duty he'd appointed himself here. Warrior. Defender. Not that they really needed any defending, thus far. Bronze would wait though, maintaining his strength in case Seracia needed him.

But this night, he felt unsure as to whether he should seek Silent out again. A sigh escaped his jowls as the brute pulled himself onto all fours. The barn was nearly void of all noise, save for the gentle snoring of a creature from the opposite end. It was common for more than one wolf to inhabit the structure, and half a dozen or more to be sprawled about beneath the safety of the building during bad storms. It was far more safe there than nearly anywhere else in the territory.

Quietly he crept out from the darkness of the barn, briefly stunned at the brightness of the moon and stars that twinkled overhead. During the night, Bronze's posture was significantly more relaxed, less on edge. Even a slight bit of confidence oozed from his stance, beside his ravaged mind, as he slid around the corner of the barn, nearly running into Loccian.

"Loccian," he greeted her simply, only slightly surprised at almost stepping on her. Bronze stepped back a step, though his eyes were warm as he watched her, muzzle dipped towards the earth in respect. "How's this winter night treating you?"

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Bronze i