roar like an open fire

*Diarmuid* · 12-06-2017, 05:55 AM

For a long while, Diarmuid was lost in his own thoughts. Existing so plainly had never settled well with him, not when he was accustomed to having a task or a clear goal. What he liked to do was to work - not to lounge around and wait for someone to happen. He'd grown more restless than he was used to since reuniting with the Xanilov children and realizing most of them were well, and simply trying to forge paths for themselves here. Largely without him, though he hoped they knew his aid was available if it was so required.

He'd yet to really find a way to fit in to all of that, no matter how hard he tried.

To say he felt depressed over it might be a bit of a stretch. He wasn't the sort to get too lost in his own emotions - down in the dumps might be a more accurate phrasing. He'd learned long ago to protect himself from such extremes, and the rare moments that he did have negative emotions, well.. he did everything he could to hide them. He mostly felt bored lately, without a sense of purpose, without the strong pull of determination that usually fueled his days.

And right now, he looked more peaceful than he felt, lounging with little care against the curved base of the oak tree. Only when he heard the crunching of leaves underpaw did he stiffen, just slightly, letting his gaze lift to follow the source of the sound as the stranger rounded the tree. Diarmuid noted her hesitation - it looked like she was tempted to turn around altogether, but she decided to greet him simply instead. He wouldn't have cared much either way, and the sole reason his interest was picqued was her scent. She was another Celestial wolf, it seemed. "Afternoon," he returned her one-word greeting with a gruff one of his own, his head tilting to examine her further. "What brings you so far from home?"

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