WE CONTROL THE NIGHT
08-11-2013, 09:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-12-2013, 12:06 AM by Ares 1.)
He did his best to keep his head held high, when his mother asked to follow he did as was told. Their trail had brought them a long way, he could feel the ache start to send tendrils of pain through his paws. Ares would bear the pain, he knew that after everything was said and done the more he endured the stronger he would be, the stronger he would be for his mother. His strides were labored, as he wished to stay as close behind the pale she wolf as he could, he would not fall behind and he would not fail her. Her words of reason never reached his ears as they walked, but he needed no such assurance. It did not matter the task asked of him, he would do anything Morphine commanded. She continued on not much longer, as she slowed he assumed they had reached the intended destination. She pushed herself back onto her haunches, and as her metallic gaze met his own crystal orbs he followed her lead and let himself sit neatly upon the grass. So entrapped by his focus upon his mother he had hardly noticed the approaching view, the lands of Alacritia were laid out before him. ?Look,? Lavender eyes followed her gaze as he took in the amazing view. It was more amazing than anything he had ever encountered. Was it all mother's? ?What do you think?? he let his mouth fall open in anticipation to speak, but he could hear the voice of his brother before he was able. "There's so much out there. How many others are there?" He let himself think about the question. He knew that their pack contained other wolves but how populated could the rest of the world be? It's massive. How do I make it mine? His voice was curiously serious, his mother couldn't be showing him the view with out somehow offering the plains up for his taking. Speech, |
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