another year goes by
ft open, twig
07-16-2019, 07:26 PM
the past few days were a blur to him. Benedict got up, ate from the prey's pile, and did his business somewhere private. he then roamed the recovering thicket, checking on the returning critters that were making their dens anew. by the afternoon, he hunted and brought home food by the time night fell. at the very end of the day, he sat outside his den at the rapids and listened to the chirping of insects as he fell asleep. it was one long continual routine. something he was growing weary of. Abaven was a very nice place, but he merely wished he had some more people to socialize with. Benedict wasn't getting any younger. his fourth year had come this season and he had little to show for it. he longed to contribute in some way outside of hunting, but he didn't know how to do such a thing. stifling a yawn, he'd walk slowly. there was no rush, surely, even if his internal clock was ticking away. he tried to ignore the season's effects on him, pushing his annoyances away. he tended to be a bit irritated for no reason. that won't do. trying to avoid speaking when he was conscious of his mood, he'd roam alone and without direction. |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent