You Only Get One First Impression
Briar (Puppy Playdate)
12-10-2020, 02:03 PM
(OOC: These events occur immediately after/during this thread.)
Their family trip to the Armada's lands was one of the most thrilling experience Artorias had ever had in his young life! There was so much new stuff to see, everything so different from the forests and cliffsides of the Hallows. The Armada's home was flatter, with long stretches of grasslands, rolling hills, and vast plains along the edges of a shimmering sea. Artorias' wide puppy eyes feasted on everything he saw, taking in as much of the world with a gluttony for adventure and a wanderlust that could not be slaked. The more he saw of this amazing world, the more he wanted to explore and immerse himself in it. As the other pups and adults had broken off to play their own games and socialize, the black and blue pup had roamed off towards the glistening ocean. His mothers had warned him not to go into any water without an adult present, but they didn't say anything about being near the water. Besides, with all of the adults nearby and their pets close by keeping an eye on the army of fuzz balls, this had to be the safest place in all of Boreas!
Bright sunshine warmed his coat as Artorias wandered through the lowlands towards the beach, amber eyes eating up his surroundings. His ears stood erect to catch every wash of white waves against the golden shore, little black nose twitching as he sniffed the air, the scent of salt tinging the air around the coast and making his nostrils burn with the smell. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation though, just different. He had never been to the sea before, and staring out at the massive expanse of water shining like a bed of sapphires amazed the boy. He looked to the left, seeing only ocean as far as his eyes could see; he turned right and yep, it still kept going on and on! Wow...! It just goes on forever...! The boy found himself silently wondering if there was anything on the other side or if it just stretched on to infinity. The chitter of Tamsyn's lemur in a nearby tree made Artorias turn up to him with a low growl, glaring at his mother's lackey. He hated that monkey and how it followed him like a stalker just waiting for the opportunity to tattle on him. I'll get you one day, monkey...
Artorias glanced back at the gathering of wolves that had become smaller specks amongst the verdant green grasses. He wondered if he should head back or keep exploring on his own. He was a little disheartened that none of his siblings or the others had followed him out to explore, but he was also fine being on his own. Artorias had never fancied himself a leader and was perfectly satisfied being independent and doing his own thing.
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