To Play The Game
08-25-2013, 04:18 PM
Walk | "Talk" | Think For a long while he was left to his thoughts, allowed to contemplate, to consider, and reflect. It was a heavy objective he wished to place upon his shoulders, and he knew it. He was inexperienced in every level that would be beneficial to someone with the ambitions he possessed, but no one else held the same views that he did, the same determination to see things set to right. He would learn how to conduct himself as a leader, as a representative of the masses. He would learn how to be strong and steady in the face of adversity when he finally found himself prepared enough to face it. And then he would back up that strength with brute force if necessary. That was perhaps the strongest place of worry for him. He needed training. Lots of it. But he could bide his time for now. There was no need to rush; he was far too sensible for that. Still considering what his next move ought to be, an ear turned and twitched distractedly atop his head as above the noise of the water he heard the sound of approaching paw steps. He had half a mind to think it might have been one of the Morphine brats hurrying to find out what had happened to their mother, but as he slowly swung his head just to peek over one shoulder at the wolf he quickly realized it was no Morphine brat. None of them were grey. Or looked as old as this one did. But there was no one else about and it was obvious from her direction that she was cutting a path toward him. A little of the same guardedness that her steps suggested etched itself across his frame as he watched her, noting nothing immediately threatening about her posture but feeling too ill at ease just knowing what he did regarding his pack's territory. If that could change so suddenly, why should he expect everything else to come at face value? Nothing was said as she came to stop feet from him, as if for a second the young female second guessed her intentions in approaching him, but without wasting too many more seconds she spoke, a conversational first bit to break the ice. Pretty? He returned his attention to the waters as if to make a quick assessment regarding the comment. "I guess so," the black striped, grey wolf answered noncommittally. Perhaps to an outsider's eyes it was. But he was still looking beyond the present, into the future and the past and seeking internal advice for the endeavors he saw laying themselves out for him. Seeing here at least another chance to practice his skills as a speaker, even if for the time being it was only for himself, he turned his head to allow his attention to rest fully upon the sociable stranger, taking note of her strange eyes and even stranger scent. "It's a good place to think," he added with a distracted memory of his mother, knowing she would often come to this location to do the same. "And plan." He paused as he tried to set aside those thoughts, not wishing to reveal the troubles that plagued him to just any random stranger who happened upon him. It was none of their business. "I'm Rune," he stated instead, not exactly in the friendliest of tones but doing his best to try for tolerance at the very least. |
