There's blood in the water
Aurielle and Regulus
04-20-2020, 03:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-20-2020, 03:35 PM by Casso.)
The darkly colored male laid on his stomach, facing the water as he watched his own reflection on the smooth surface. His dual-tone gaze stared back at him - equal representation of both of his parents. He was on the opposite bank of the pool from where the solid white female had helped him with his wound a couple of days prior. If he looked up he could still see the dark marks in the sand where his blood had stained the ground. Hopefully it would rain soon so the reminder would get washed away. Of course he could have left, but the wound on his left foreleg was still tender and traveling any kind of distance didn't seem like the wisest choice.
There was also a bit of pride that kept him from continuing on his path. He had been planning on going to find his aunt and cousin to check in with them before he made a decision on what he wanted to do, but coming back to them with a fresh wound after insisting that he would be fine on his own stung more than the bite itself did. This isn't how he wanted to finally face his mother's family. Perhaps he should have just gone with his aunt first before going on the hunt for his remaining family... but that side of his family, the Adravendi side, didn't feel like his family. Not yet. It didn't seem to matter that his mother had been the one to raise him for a good majority of his life. There was still a devision there in his mind that he wasn't sure how to cross.
A pair of voices in the distance made his ear flick and he finally lifted his gaze, turning his head in time to see the source of the sound appear through the grasses. His brows pulled together as he watched them quietly, his brain not quite processing what he was seeing. The larger of the two reminded him of his brother, the solid red coat standing out like a beacon against the greens of the grasses around them. Memories from the stories he was told as a pup crept forward from the back of his mind and made him watch the male with a cautious curiosity. As if that wasn't enough to hold his attention, the female wolf at his side looked like she might very well be a spirit or a figment of his imagination. In a way they both did, just in different ways.
He made no move to get up or approach them, a bit too afraid that his mind had finally snapped to admit that the wolves were real.
"Speech" Thought
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