A Tempest Looms
His mind had been constantly wandering to the things his mother had told him. Mercy. Lykos. Kharnage. Vereux. Her own feelings. The night she nearly walked off a cliff...he shuddered at that thought. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like to suddenly not have her around. To not even know what happened if she had done it. But he was glad she didn't, and he made a promise to himself to help her where he could. She didn't ask for it, no. Nor did he feel obligated to stick around or forced to do anything. It was simply who he was, and she was his mother. She had been there for them their whole life, unlike their father. And even though she had changed, wasn't that expected? Nobody really stayed the same, did they? Especially when things in life had impact, and he had seen firsthand a lot of the shit that seemed to impact his mother's life.
Even he felt himself changing.
And whether it was for better or for worse was yet to be determined. He sat at the base of a pine, pondering life and what he should do until they had the pack meeting. He had to admit, he was nervous about the whole thing...but that was normal too, right? He knew he was getting himself kinda hyped up about it all, and he wanted nothing more then to tell his brothers. Gryphon was the only one he could really talk to though. And Lykos well...he wasn't even going to consider that jerk. And Kharnage? He had left...which saddened him, but what could he do? In the end though, Gryphon didn't seem like a bad choice. He always seemed pretty level headed out of all of them, and it had been a while since they talked or spent any time together. So with that plan in mind, he got up and started to make his way around in search of his brother.
That is, until a familiar howl caught his ear. He stopped where he was, head turning towards the call, his head cocked in confusion. Was...that really him? Or was he hearing things? More importantly, why did it sound like it was for him and not his mom? Curiosity would make his limbs move, taking him towards the border in earnest. He was excited to see his brother, but also worried that it might be something bad. Was he alright? He didn't want to think that bad things would happen, they were all at the age to be able to fend for themselves...to some degree. He knew Kharnage's mentor--their uncle-- hadn't done a single thing to teach him. Whereas his own mentor had at least given him a lesson or two, and Gryphon's mentor had been doing what she could both during her pregnancy and with raising her first litter. Everything was a jumbled mess, he knew. And he hoped that he could change it all soon.
At last, the male made it to the borders and walked along it until his brother came into view. His tailed wagged a bit, the young male a little unsure as he tried to gauge whether or not Kharn was hurt or something. But...he seemed alright. On the outside anyway. "Kharn! I'm so glad to see you! Where have you been? What have you been up to? I know you haven't been gone very long but a whole lot has happened!" He was excited, anxious, a barrage of other things he couldn't quite describe that he didn't realize he had just pelted his brother with so many questions. He couldn't wait to hear what he'd been up to since he left, even though it hadn't been too long. |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.