Where the Wind Blows
Skill Thread/Lorikeet
03-05-2021, 09:40 PM
Freedom. It was often a thing most took for granted. It was something Auro did without a shadow of a doubt. There was no better feeling that getting up every morning knowing that there was nothing and no one to tie him down. No pack to have to be chained to and no alpha to bark orders at him. Granted his ways often led to very short-lived friendships, but that was alright by him. The young wolf had grown up a certain way with family being the only constant in his life until he and his litter mates were old enough to go their own ways when they desired. There'd often be brief points of connection with one another before they were off again. His own parents had similar views and as such he never could find himself in one spot for very long. Which is what led him to this cave. Well, almost into the cave. He'd wandered around in the frigid temperatures for a while before deciding if he had to take one more step in the snow he was going to amputate his toes. Wasn't spring supposed to be a time of growth, rain, and new life? This was starting to look like anything but that. He let out a short huff and an explosion of mist erupted in front of his face. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight before shaking his fur and staring at the mouth of the cave once more. On one paw there was this perfectly dark, slightly creepy, cave in front of him that could offer shelter from the cold, snow, and looming gray skies that threatened to drop more snow on top of him at any moment. On the other paw, this cave was giving off weird vibes that could range from "it's steep and I might twist an ankle" to "it still feels like winter and there might be a hibernating bear in there to rip my face off". Both were not great choices. As much fun as he would have delving into the depths of an unknown cave, even he was reluctant to wake a bear up from its winter slumber. They were notoriously cranky and hunger only amplified that emotion. He couldn't smell anything inside which made him favor going inside rather than being a giant popsicle. He shrugged his shoulders and took a few steps in the mouth of the cave to get the wind chill. Magenta eyes scanned the darkness for any signs of life but all was quiet. Momma didn't raise a coward. Taking on the "fuck it" mentality he started to head a little further in wondering where the cave would lead him. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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