Hello, hello again.
08-20-2013, 09:47 PM
Walk | "Talk" | Think Practice made perfect, and Rune was making considerable improvements if he did say so himself. It was not like him to brag to others, though occasionally the prideful smile was hard to smother, and he was grateful he typically had a good enough handle on himself not to let it show with company present. But there was currently no one about him, not for the wide stretch of grassy plain that the Rock Garden possessed. It was eerie, really, the ways in which the boulders and stone structures jutted upward out of the ground, some tall and some wide, some pointed and some flat. It was as if the place was littered with earthy sentries, watching those who entered and creating an almost labyrinth for unsuspecting wanderers to get themselves caught within. Thankfully Rune was not one of those wanderers. This territory, as well as a few others along the eastern side of the whole of Alacritia, were well known to him, nothing about them surprising or unknown. The pale grey male meandered about with an aimless direction, that smug look about his face. He was nearly ready now, ready for when Morphine would send him off on his trip to Ludicael in order to learn what he could for her. It would be an exciting trip, he hoped, but only if he did well. He had been doing all that he could to try making conversation come more naturally to him than it had as a youngster, than it had when he had merely joined the pack. Progress was being made, but only the final act of actually making the diplomatic trip to Ludicael would actually tell whether it had worked or not. His thoughts, so wholly caught up on his thoughts regarding his task for Tortuga and the curiosities of the Rock Garden, became less solid as he caught a hint of a scent, one that was not altogether unfamiliar but one that he had supposed to have been long gone. For a brief second as he stopped and lifted his head, frosty blue eyes scanning around and between the rocks searchingly, he felt thrown into childhood, of being a young pup trying to prove himself and performing an impromptu rescue for someone his age. She had been a cute little wolf, he reflected, beautifully white like Morphine but with pink eyes, the kind that stood out starkly against her coat. Can't be. Curiosity getting the better of him, he followed it, setting into his stalking hunter's pace as he did so to move as stealthily as he could. The black-striped wolf continued with his head low, dark nose taking in every scent that he passed, until a particular turn around a rock revealed to him the white furred body of a wolf situated lazily atop one of the flat-topped boulders in the area. Immediately Rune stopped, drawing himself upwards and to his full height, already practically filled out with still a little more growing left to do. For all appearances, she looked as if she might have been asleep, but the smile about her face was simply too wide to be made unconsciously. He stepped forward lightly, quietly, tilting his head a little as he peered upward at her resting figure. "Never expected to see you again," he greeted bluntly, though with just the barest hint of a smile about his otherwise serious face. |
