Maybe no one told you...
12-26-2016, 06:39 PM
The sky felt as stormy and dark as his mood today. Then again his mood had slowly plummeted to this feeling a while ago. Ray was off doing ... well whatever she was. He'd run into his sister, but now he didn't exactly rely on her to be a constant in his life. Over all he felt like a cursed wolf. Maybe that was the reason why his original pack had almost been torn apart. Maybe that was why his parents had died? He was a black mark in the family - an ill omen that happened to bring bad luck to anyone who was around him. Why else would all of Donostrea just up and leave a little over half a year after he'd gotten there? It'd been on his first birthday. Then Ricky didn't want to be around him and he hadn't found any of his other siblings. Did they realize he was cursed? It certainly explained why he was left alone all the time. He'd finally caved and decided to stay in his old den. The old keepsakes he'd kept were shoved back in the farthest corner of his den and hidden under a pelt. He couldn't bring himself to look at them any more. It was already bad enough he was sleeping here - he didn't want to make it worse by having to look at living reminders of everything he'd lost so far. Half of him just wanted to lay in his den and hope he faded away into nothing, but he knew he couldn't do that. So he pulled himself from his den and padded along the beach. The thought of food seemed inviting, but he didn't feel like he had the energy to do so. Instead he just continued his trek down the beach. His darker form blended in well with the black sand and the only noticeable part about him was his dual-toned flame colored eyes. His walk didn't last long. He heard the disturbance of the gulls and their terrified cries. It was easy to tell he wasn't alone. Maybe Ray was terrorizing them? Before long he realized it wasn't his blue coated friend and instead he saw a stranger plucking feathers from a lifeless bird. His face fell and his tail drooped slightly. It wasn't anyone he knew - just someone wanting a meal. Walk, "Talk" Think |