What's Wrong With Me?
The weather was becoming more mild as the seasons began to turn and the sun became less, well, aggressive. And that was a relief for Alarik, whose fluffy coat had sent him to the north during the summer months. He now felt a little better about exploring the other lands this continent had to offer. After all, he hadn't had the chance to see all that much of it yet, and he still had an adventurous heart inside of him despite the fact that he was now fully grown. Just because his days of being a pup were over didn't mean his days of fun and adventure had to be over, too. If he wanted adventure, he was going to have to search for it.
And so, with that in mind, the handsome young man wandered south. And then east, through woods and across rivers, all the way to the coast. He saw some pretty amazing things along the way, too. But all of those things dimmed in comparison when he saw her.
Her being the beautiful young female on the beach before him. Alarik had been moving at a steady walking pace, but when he saw her he stopped dead, his paws sinking slightly into the sand. His eyes widened, and honestly he was acting as though he'd never seen a female his own age before. But truthfully, he hadn't seen all that many. And this was different. He was no longer a boy, but a man. And the female before him was surely a woman. He... he could tell.
The wind blew her scent straight in his direction, ruffling his nerves as well as his fur. And there was something different about her scent. Something that pulled him in, in ways he never imagined possible. It was important to keep in mind that Alarik had yet to have any sort of conversation about the birds and the bees. The last year of his life had been spent away from his family and older, wiser siblings. And frankly, they hadn't felt the need to impart any of that knowledge yet. So Alarik had no idea what to make of this. But his intentions were entirely innocent as he slowly taught his legs to move again, shuffling through the sand toward the ashen beauty before him.
"Excuse me?" he said, his baritone voice very soft. "You seem troubled, I just... is there any way I could help? Or perhaps offer my company?" "Talk" "You" Think |
