Brotherly love? meh. Tolerance?
11-16-2021, 12:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-16-2021, 12:23 AM by Macabre. Edited 1 time in total.)
Misery began to walk down the mountain, but to Mac’s sloght dismay it was at a leisurly stroll kind of pace, and not the breackneck soeed he was hoping to achieve. He stopped himself from bounding down the terrain by trotting strongly by his older brother’s side, eyes curiously watching his every move. A perfect heel, if you will. With that, his brother made a note to stop and explain the crystals and mushrooms around them, and though Mac still had that urge to interact with them still, it was quickly snuffed out with Misery’s firm words. Mac watched him intently, his grin fading in lieu of a more serious expression. He wasn’t pretending to listen, he took it in with a surprising mature twist. His mom was sick because of the crystals? How could those dumb glowy sticks hurt anybody really? Unless you stepped on one maybe..then that would hurt. Still, when he mentioned the mushrooms also, Mac nodded, concealing the fact that he and his brother had been, erm, interacting with the bioluminescent fungi on their own adventure. He felt fine, but he’d take serious heed of his older, and therefore wiser sibling’s words. He nodded silently and honestly. He’d not touch one again, that lesson was smart enough to keep close. "I promise, Misery. I promise I won’t touch them," He said.
The conversation hung in the air, and the boy maintained a neutral demeanor as they continued, Mac keeping up with Misery’s pace with little to no problem. They were walking pretty easily along, anyways.
"So tell me, what are your favorite things to do or that you are hoping to do?" Misery inquired, to which Mac let the question sit in the breeze that carried for a while. What did he want to do? As a young pup, he still had many paths ahead he could take, friendships to form, his body to grow, his skills to develop, enemies’ skulls to crush- er, enemies to analyze, of course. He relished the idea of getting off pack territory, for the thought of remaining within the confines of a border for his whole life seemed, no offense, a bit depressing. Even thought it would always be his home, the abode of his family and littermates he so loved, he didn’t want to stagnate in a camp, maybe picking a spar with somebody or trying to make smart observations of his home. The world was so much greater than what met the eye. He knew that, beyond the trees and the mountains, there lay a whole expanse of land - with many strange wolves and packs and new adventures, as well as dangers, to encounter. It was not for the faint of heart to consider such an occupation in which one had to tread lightly, and understand the ways of non-Habari wolves. He also simply enjoyed the idea of toying with those he despised, which would be anyone he considered and enemy, and was weak. He didn’t like weakness. Thus, he would make himself strong, but grow some common sense and skill, too.
"I’m aware that there is a world beyond the borders of our pack," He said, offering a softer, but genuine smile. "And I’d like to see it. I keep dreaming of exploring places I haven’t seen before, and meeting new wolves. Most of all, I guess, I just wanna do my duty for the pack, for mom, and also to make me stronger and smarter." He paused to meet his brother’s gaze with his own curious grey orbs. "And of course..I love having fun, but I don’t just wanna stick around the pack grounds my whole life." Just as the grown ups said, you lived by learning, and Mac felt he simply woudn’t learn his full potential only in the safety of the pack. To make their pack stronger, he would be willing to take the risk of venturing into a scary, unfamiliar world. All the better.
The conversation hung in the air, and the boy maintained a neutral demeanor as they continued, Mac keeping up with Misery’s pace with little to no problem. They were walking pretty easily along, anyways.
"So tell me, what are your favorite things to do or that you are hoping to do?" Misery inquired, to which Mac let the question sit in the breeze that carried for a while. What did he want to do? As a young pup, he still had many paths ahead he could take, friendships to form, his body to grow, his skills to develop, enemies’ skulls to crush- er, enemies to analyze, of course. He relished the idea of getting off pack territory, for the thought of remaining within the confines of a border for his whole life seemed, no offense, a bit depressing. Even thought it would always be his home, the abode of his family and littermates he so loved, he didn’t want to stagnate in a camp, maybe picking a spar with somebody or trying to make smart observations of his home. The world was so much greater than what met the eye. He knew that, beyond the trees and the mountains, there lay a whole expanse of land - with many strange wolves and packs and new adventures, as well as dangers, to encounter. It was not for the faint of heart to consider such an occupation in which one had to tread lightly, and understand the ways of non-Habari wolves. He also simply enjoyed the idea of toying with those he despised, which would be anyone he considered and enemy, and was weak. He didn’t like weakness. Thus, he would make himself strong, but grow some common sense and skill, too.
"I’m aware that there is a world beyond the borders of our pack," He said, offering a softer, but genuine smile. "And I’d like to see it. I keep dreaming of exploring places I haven’t seen before, and meeting new wolves. Most of all, I guess, I just wanna do my duty for the pack, for mom, and also to make me stronger and smarter." He paused to meet his brother’s gaze with his own curious grey orbs. "And of course..I love having fun, but I don’t just wanna stick around the pack grounds my whole life." Just as the grown ups said, you lived by learning, and Mac felt he simply woudn’t learn his full potential only in the safety of the pack. To make their pack stronger, he would be willing to take the risk of venturing into a scary, unfamiliar world. All the better.
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill