what are we waiting for?
for desolate
03-14-2020, 09:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2020, 09:51 PM by Desolate.)
Desolate was on edge and the discussion with Theory over the coming raid had not helped in settling the emotional storm within him. The boy had hoped that when he matured his anger would settle, though it appeared the opposite was true. Most of the day he spent patrolling the borders hoping desperately that an intruder would show himself, someone that Desolate could rip at and tear and get out the feelings that took hold so deep. His fight with Ares hadn't been enough, he wanted and needed more. To make matters worse there was the worry within him that Abaven would no longer accept him now that he was somewhat grown. Wasn't a year of age when pups were allowed to leave? Were they ever forced to leave? Would the fact that he had no mother or father to tie him to the pack be his downfall? He didn't feel useful enough, and although he felt he'd grown attached to the alpha he would not fault her for unloading her pack of a useless asset. A new scent came to him as he walked and immediately Desolate was put on edge. He'd socialized so rarely with the others of his pack that their individual smells were still foreign to him. He crouched low into the regrowing grasses of the plains, stalking quietly towards the would-be-intruder. When he broke through the grasses he let out the beginnings of a growl before recognizing faintly the individual before him. "Oh, it's you." Desolate swallowed, looking sheepish. While he'd grown up around these wolves he still hardly knew their names. "I thought you were another intruder."
"Speech"
"Thinking" "You." |