chatter
Marauder
Scout
05-26-2023, 05:59 AM
He explores the neighboring areas because if he doesn’t, he might drink himself to death. Boredom at the beach where everyone was always drunk, more bored than himself, or brawling. There was joy in living the life of a Pirate and then there was disappointment. As he aged and saw for his own eyes that this life was not all that it was cracked up to be, he yearned for more. Something inside of him craved to go out and see the world for himself. There had to be more to life than being a drunk Pirate, right? Scald wasn’t so sure as his quiet but curious nature took him out to the knolls that day. While he sometimes preferred the dim and dingy areas such as the crypt or spooky forest, it felt refreshing to be out in the open. Above him, the sun dazzled and warmed the earth, warmed his pelt, warmed everything around him. Summer had arrived and quickly. One moment he was fighting off the frigid temperatures of winter and the next he was panting and wishing for its quickly return. Not only that, he often saw animals scurrying across his path. Life was abundant out here. Flowers, trees, tall grass, mice, deer, hares. One caught his eye. The long eared, big pawed, buck toothed critter rushed across his path in a hurry to get away from something. No, someone. Stopping his own large paws as his shadowy grey face turned to look, he finally laid eyes on the someone who had been chasing the hare. Scald’s nose twitched as his ears turned forward and the hair and quills along his spine raised ever so slightly. The stranger was perhaps around his age and dark in color as well, maybe even more slender than his own frame. Apprehensive but also curious, Scald takes a few steps toward the boy, scents the air one more time and lets his tail lift slightly over his haunches. There is no pack scent on this one. That is not unusual. He has come across many loners so far. Pack life wasn’t for everyone. Being a Pirate himself, he was not taught to be anti-social. Rather, everyone was your friend when you were a Pirate. Or an enemy. There really was a grey area there. After a few moments of silence from him as he listened to the chatter of birds and scurry mice through the grass, Scald lets a smile cross his muzzle. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he calls out coyly as he takes a few more steps. Standing tall because he was a tall albeit lanky teen and continues to keep his gaze on the boy. “You out here alone?” Scald asks as his head lilts ever so slightly to the side. Intimidating? Not intentionally. Friendly? Eh, he could work on that part. Maybe he was more like his father than he wished to believe. S C A L D
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