Back Where I Belong (Destruction Family)
02-16-2017, 08:30 PM
Where are you, dear brother? The thought drifted once more through Starling's head. It had been seasons - seasons and seasons of searching, and he'd never found his brother. In fact, he was returning three seasons later, of futile searching. He had searched high and low, met all sorts of amazing wolves, learned so much more about himself, matured, and even began to truly appreciate himself and what he's done... and he still failed in finding Pipit. It left the wolf contemplating three thoughts: Either Pipit was so lost that he'd never be found, he didn't want to be found... or he was dead. The last in particular was one that had been haunting Starling's mind for the past season. He had been nothing but hopeful, but now... now nearly a year had passed. He left late summer, early autumn of the previous year... and it was now the beginning of summer. It was time he had went home. He'd made that decision in spring, and took the two week trek home slowly, still searching, though only half as determinedly as he did before. he didn't have much hope, really, but he... as much as he grew, as much as this time was to find his brother, he knew it was also for him; he just wasn't settling back home, really, the previous year. Now, though, he just wanted to go back to his family. He missed them, in a way that only being gone a year could do. He just wished he was bringing Pipit home, or at least knew where Pipit was. Starling paused as the lands of Abaven came to sight, and the scent grew strong. All the journey home, he ventured into lands that were more and more familiar. It was nostalgic, and he wished he could have just... miraculously arrived home, but when he reached the border of Boreas, he knew he still had a long journey ahead. That journey was now over. He was home. His weary paws quickened, and he spent those last few minutes - that dragged on and on - bolting over to the border. Then he paused, uncertain. Should he call for his father, first? Or should he just... go home? Or just call any of his family? Screw it, he just wanted his family. His brothers, his sisters, his father. He wondered if Bass told them where he went, but either way, he was back. Tipping his head back, he called out for the Destruction family, a much stronger howl than it was the previous time they heard him. It spoke of his newly found self-confidence, though it also held a note in sorrow - he didn't have good news to share for their lost brother. "Talk" | "Italian" |
