Teach me how to dougie
Well, he officially gave up in finding his brother. His twin had vanished, not a trace to be found, and with all the searching he had been doing, Roc was growing extremely frustrated. He felt defeated in the sense that he felt like he had failed in finding his brother, but...what if Darrow didn't want to be found? Why would his brother disappear without saying anything? It was unlike him, and Roc began to fear that something happened to his slightly younger twin. He huffed as he sat where he was, tail thumping the ground like a foot tapping the ground with impatient thought. He wasn't sure what course of action to take now...he had no home to go to, his parents were gone, his brother vanished, and he had no idea if he had any other family. He felt utterly alone, and for the first time in his life, he didn't know how to deal with it. He had never been alone before, he and Darrow were always together. But this? This was an entirely foreign concept to him. And he didn't like it one bit.
He didn't know exactly what he was doing in the battlefield, it was his first time here, but he had been pulled in this direction for one reason or another. He wasn't frustrated to the point where he wanted to tear someone apart, no. The thought hadn't even really crossed his mind. But when he heard a howl ring out across the field, his interest was slightly piqued. He waited a long moment, wondering if he should even bother to investigate. Maybe though, it wouldn't be a bad idea? He hadn't thought about coming here to fight, but what else did wolves do when they came here? He got up then, and slowly headed over to the caller. He had nothing else going on, and who knew...maybe whoever was calling had seen his brother?
Upon arriving, he spotted a young male and nearby, the brightest wolf he had ever seen! Who the heck was that!? His attention was fixed on the red male, eyes wide in surprise as he forgot for a moment what he was doing here. Who was it that called? He wasn't sure what to say, or who to talk to...so he acknowledged them both. "Hi erm...I heard someone calling, so...I guess I came to find out who it was?" Fail. He didn't know what he was really supposed to do, or who to acknowledge, or what the customs were in these lands. He looked from the young male, to the bright red male in turn, wondering what he was supposed to be doing exactly. He eyed the younger male for a moment, brows furrowing as he looked at him with some confusion...he had...similar markings like him and Darrow...was it just coincidence? |