Dogs of War
09-08-2018, 05:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2018, 05:41 AM by Miach.)
Miach was off in the mountains somewhere, hiding beneath a group of thick pine trees so that he could sleep peacefully and uninterrupted. When his uncle's call came, it woke him immediately. He could tell by the tone that this gathering was mandatory, something absolutely expected of him.. yet that knowledge did not do anything to help the anxiousness already taking hold of him. A meeting... with all the pack members? All of the bastard brothers, all of his estranged family, all of his father's followers? All of those eyes and minds to judge the uselessness that was Miach made him want to just skip out altogether. He fought his will to answer the call hard, telling himself that this was just too much pressure. He was going to escape right here, right now.. and be done with this life and this foolish dream of impressing a man that didn't even see him. Somehow, though.. as his paws went to lead him off of the pack's territory.. Miach seemed to gravitate naturally toward his uncle's call. He moved as he always did, relaxed and in slow movements. When he arrived, he said nothing but he could tell that he was considerably late. His eyes wandered as he looked for Daelos, though he didn't find her. Maybe mom? No. Perhaps.. even their father? No, he wasn't here either. Fuck. Feeling ridiculously outcasted and alone, Miach found a smooth piece volcanic stone big enough for him to be seated on. He was here, technically.. just about ten feet away from everyone else and awkwardly standing on his own. Walk, "Talk" Think |