denial number four
07-11-2013, 06:59 PM
Exploring the lands surrounding his new home was rather interesting, actually. Angeal had thought that at first, he wouldn't like them all that much. He had doubted they could compare to the places that he had explored with Liste, and this place was a far cry from the lands of Ludicael, but the massive rocks were interesting enough, Angeal supposed. The black male watched them with a solemn blue gaze, waiting to see if they would do anything interesting. But no, it seemed that they didn't. These rocks, unlike the glowing waters of Ludicael, boasted nothing out of the ordinary. With a sigh and a twitch of his ears, Angeal rose to his paws and began to pad along, gaze still focused on the rocks that reached for the skies. He was oblivious to his surroundings, for the most part, though he kept one ear listening to the world around him. Like any ex-soldier, he hadn't entirely shaken his militant past, and was always on alert. Especially in strange, unfamiliar places. This certainly qualified as both, Angeal supposed. He had not seen anything like this in his life, and Angeal had wandered far and seen a lot more than many wolves. This was out of the ordinary in the most ordinary of ways, and it amused Angeal in an odd way. Who would have thought that rocks could be so interesting? And yet, who would have thought rocks could be this big, or arranged in such a manner? The wandering male was content to leave those questions unanswered, however, and was solemn and silent as he made his way belong. Speech |