How now brown cow
Ares
Master Fighter (240)
Intermediate Hunter (30)
Saboteur
age
9 Years
9 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
0
0
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
04-28-2019, 12:01 PM
The star clad boy was enjoying the day out with his grandfather and cousin. It had been a while since he spent quality time with family...and perhaps the first time he spent quality time with family that wasn't his father or siblings. They were returning from a meal they shared together, the young sabertoothed male was licking his chops as he trailed after his grandfather. His father had told him of some stories about Valentine, and Ares was still excited to learn more about him and hopefully one day, live up to his image. The family before he was born had been a great one, but at some point had been scattered to the winds. He wondered if things would go back to the glory days, or if maybe it was all over. After the slave raid, Ares was keen on hoping more raids would happen...but nothing yet. Legion felt quiet at times, but he was hopeful that would change. He didn't regret joining his father's pack. He enjoyed the company of his packmates, and he didn't have to go far to find adventure or someone to heckle.
At least this way too, it was a little less lonely.
He was pulled from his train of thought when an angry bellow from a familiar-sounding creature caught his attention. He quickly turned around to find an angry bison with her baby, and for a moment, he was confused. They had just eaten, they weren't going to try and bring down one of these right? His cousin was backing away from the calf, but the mother continued her threat as she brandished her horns and stomped the ground. Before he knew it, the rest of the herd had gathered around them and formed a half circle around them and he suddenly felt uneasy. Ears flattened against his head as he bared his teeth, his long fangs glinting in the sunlight.
At his grandfather's words, Ares stepped back towards Valentine's side. He tried to avert his gaze from the herd, but he also wanted to keep a critical eye on them in case they decided to charge at them anyway. He had seen other animals get gored by them before, and he didn't want to end up skewered anytime soon. While he tended to be reckless, he was smart enough not to be when it came to bison. Much less with his grandfather and cousin here. He'd get his ass beat if he did something stupid and got either of them injured or killed..."What do we do?" He asked in a low voice. Sure they could probably back out, but that mother looked angry. One wrong step was all it took for them to decide they were too much of a threat...
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At least this way too, it was a little less lonely.
He was pulled from his train of thought when an angry bellow from a familiar-sounding creature caught his attention. He quickly turned around to find an angry bison with her baby, and for a moment, he was confused. They had just eaten, they weren't going to try and bring down one of these right? His cousin was backing away from the calf, but the mother continued her threat as she brandished her horns and stomped the ground. Before he knew it, the rest of the herd had gathered around them and formed a half circle around them and he suddenly felt uneasy. Ears flattened against his head as he bared his teeth, his long fangs glinting in the sunlight.
At his grandfather's words, Ares stepped back towards Valentine's side. He tried to avert his gaze from the herd, but he also wanted to keep a critical eye on them in case they decided to charge at them anyway. He had seen other animals get gored by them before, and he didn't want to end up skewered anytime soon. While he tended to be reckless, he was smart enough not to be when it came to bison. Much less with his grandfather and cousin here. He'd get his ass beat if he did something stupid and got either of them injured or killed..."What do we do?" He asked in a low voice. Sure they could probably back out, but that mother looked angry. One wrong step was all it took for them to decide they were too much of a threat...
Word count: 457