Reap Just What You Sow

*Gael* · 06-22-2013, 12:27 PM

Everyone needed help. At some point in their life, someone needed help with something. Whether it be because they weren't capable physically of doing something, they lacked the knowledge to complete the task, or they simply couldn't do it. There has never been one person on earth that has never needed help. It's impossible to say that no one has never needed any kind of assistance. But the sad reality of it all was that sometimes others didn't want help, as much as they needed it. Some were just to proud to ask for help, choosing to struggle through it rather than take the easy way out and have someone help them. Others simply never asked for help because they didn't trust the rest of the world. And still others just didn't know how to ask for help and they end up putting themselves in over their head. Gael was the kind of guy that would always answer the call of help if it was within his realm of possibility, and even if it wasn't, he would find some make to make it be. But as helpful as he was with the rest of the world, he wasn't too sure if he would be able to ask someone else for help were the time ever to arise.

Kind of like now for instance. Having just newly returned to Valhalla, he was struggling with figuring out just where exactly he fit in again. His parents were off in Glaciem, doing who knows what, so they couldn't be of much help now. His sister was named Heir, so obviously she already had her place set. His aunt Chrys was the alpha, his aunt Pip was off to marry a Prince and become Princess of another pack and his uncle Syrinx would sooner or later be taking over the Adravendi family. Everyone had their place. Except for him. Where did he belong? He most likely wasn't going to hold a high rank, and that was completely fine with him, but would he hold any kind of rank? He'd always had an interest in being a warrior, just like his father. Maybe he could train under the residential lead warrior and perhaps aspire to take his or her place. He just really hoped that he would be able to make his parents proud, especially his father, with whatever place he happened to take in the pack. They probably would've told him that he didn't need to really start worrying about that yet, but he had to. He was already a year old, no longer a na?ve young pup that needed to be watched over. He would soon be two and as a man, he would have to find somewhere to fit into the pack. The question was where.

You claim I am not strange, that is why I stated you did not know me. I don't need to understand anything. What is done is done, it won't change. Good day sir. A sense of defeat washed over Gael as he watched the youth rise to his paws, beginning to pad off back into Valhalla, perhaps to find his parents or something of the sort. The yearling lifted himself to his paws, taking a brief moment to shake himself free of debris before turning around in the direction the young was talking off, jaws unhinging as he gave it one last shot. Nothing is set in stone. Things change in the blink of an eye and this could be your one shot to make something happen. Are you really going to let that go? If the boy still refused him after this, then he would leave well enough alone. It was clear his help was unwanted, so the young man saw no real purpose in continuing to pester the youth when his good-intentioned pestering might backfire and make the youth dislike him probably more than he already did.

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