no world for tomorrow
grimmjow
02-05-2022, 09:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-05-2022, 09:29 PM by GRÏMMJOW M.. Edited 1 time in total.)
the day drags on..
as if on a timeless loop, the clock seemed to never stop ticking. from dusk to dawn, it was always the same routine. wake up, hunt, eat, sleep, repeat..
he needed more excitement in his life, he was yearning for it. just to feel that adrenaline rush, the raw erotic feeling again. grïmmjow felt as though he was teetering on the edge of defeat, lost in a world of darkness with no light to guide him home. suppose he was lost, though he'll never admit that. his brothers may as well have written him off, he was dead to them and he knew it was better that way. they were better off without him.
now he stands emotionless, lifeless almost, beside the river. silently watching the fish swim around in the endless pool, wondering if they even knew that he was there. for a moment grïmm figured he was alone, however, that was until he heard the lapping of a tongue against water and the wind pummels him - bringing with it an unfamiliar scent. off to his far right, across the other side of the river bed, stood a slate grey male with patches of white. he was different to look at, though the more grïmm parades around this place this more he begins to realize just how different others truly are..
grïmmjow gyrates his large head over his right shoulder blade, staring at the man for a moment longer before returning his gaze to the water again. he figured if he just ignored the boy he would go away. though as of late, he seems to have been attracting the likes of every wolf on these lands..
ooc;; sorry this too forever to get to you ! if just been so busy
"speech"
as if on a timeless loop, the clock seemed to never stop ticking. from dusk to dawn, it was always the same routine. wake up, hunt, eat, sleep, repeat..
he needed more excitement in his life, he was yearning for it. just to feel that adrenaline rush, the raw erotic feeling again. grïmmjow felt as though he was teetering on the edge of defeat, lost in a world of darkness with no light to guide him home. suppose he was lost, though he'll never admit that. his brothers may as well have written him off, he was dead to them and he knew it was better that way. they were better off without him.
now he stands emotionless, lifeless almost, beside the river. silently watching the fish swim around in the endless pool, wondering if they even knew that he was there. for a moment grïmm figured he was alone, however, that was until he heard the lapping of a tongue against water and the wind pummels him - bringing with it an unfamiliar scent. off to his far right, across the other side of the river bed, stood a slate grey male with patches of white. he was different to look at, though the more grïmm parades around this place this more he begins to realize just how different others truly are..
grïmmjow gyrates his large head over his right shoulder blade, staring at the man for a moment longer before returning his gaze to the water again. he figured if he just ignored the boy he would go away. though as of late, he seems to have been attracting the likes of every wolf on these lands..
ooc;; sorry this too forever to get to you ! if just been so busy
"speech"