-- you're slowly killing me
08-09-2013, 09:52 PM
To tell the truth, he wasn't too far from home, but at the ripe old age of three seasons, Oberon had finally left Ludicael territory for the first time. Never being one to do things halfway, he had set off with no destination in mind, and after quite a bit of travelling, he found himself in a strange place known as Saratoga Wood. Of course, Oberon didn't know the name of the place. What he did know was that it was quite interesting. His ever step stirred up puffs of ash and dust that made the youngster sneeze loudly every once in a while. He didn't seem to perturbed by his empty surroundings, which were entirely devoid of life. Plodding along, Oberon seemed quite content in this desolate place. He was, in truth, enjoying the peace and quiet, and the time away from other wolves. It was something that he needed, if he was to be able to function properly. Space was an important thing. It gave him time to recover, though if you asked him, he wouldn't be sure what he was recovering from. Though he loved his sisters and his family, and adored spending time with him, sometimes he just needed to get away. And he couldn't explain why. For a long while, Ludicael's territory had been big enough for that. But recently, it hadn't been. And that was what had landed him here, wandering along without a care in the world, stirring up enough dust that his peach fur was quickly looking far grayer than it had ever before. "Speech." |
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