Nobody's hero

*Xephyris* · (This post was last modified: 11-18-2018, 10:09 PM by Xephyris.)

Many years had passed since he'd last set foot on the cold, dark sands of this beach. Equally cold, silver eyes stared out across the sea, the brute's tail hanging neatly at his hocks, moved only by the chilled Northern gusts. The most memorable parts of his life had happened here, and cherished memories attempted to surface in his mind. He clenched his jaw, feeling his chest tighten slightly. Before guilt could arise for his failures, he quashed the thoughts so they wouldn't take form. He'd had many years to vanquish his regrets and move on without the things he'd once held most dear, though there were rare occasions when the memories still tried to make their way to the forefront of his consciousness. He'd known very well that this place would trigger such an instance, and though he wouldn't admit it, for a moment he'd almost been overwhelmed by the unexpected surge of emotion that had swirled around him for just that heartbeat. But it no longer had the ability to overwhelm him, and the feeling passed.

The man's large paws carried him across the beach, the sand sifting through his toes and relieving the impact of each step from his sore joints. Xephyris nodded to himself, delighted by the feeling. This was definitely a feeling he could revel in. As he carried on past the northern palms, his thick tail lifted, waving gently as he traveled against the strong winds. His ears folded back and eyes narrowed, protecting himself from the sharp chill of the wind. He had missed this climate dearly, having been born to wolves built to effortlessly endure the harshness of a winter that never truly ended.

As he traversed the black-sand cove, he began to wonder to himself why he'd chosen to return here specifically. Surely he could have enjoyed the frigid temperatures of the North some place less familiar? If he hadn't come to languish in nostalgia, then why? To answer himself, he thought that perhaps he sought to create new memories, ones that would wash out his past entirely. He knew his time was limited, but that didn't stop him from pursuing something intriguing. He'd spent long enough escaping his past, and he was ready to spend the end of his days enjoying what small glories he could attain. Although his chances were slim now, he was certain he'd enjoy the company of a beautiful woman once more, and perhaps even best someone in a bloody battle. It would do his pride some good to put a younger wolf in their place, or have some pretty little thing look his way more than once. He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes for a moment; he knew it was unlikely, but a man could still dream, right?

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