Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted
11-03-2013, 03:14 AM
Emptiness would gnaw at the corners of his mind. Though he was able to partially open up to Loccian, it seemed everyone else he didn't seem to care for. He knew eventually it would have to change, but he just didn't seem quite ready yet. He had grown up with abandonment, loss, and the thought of not holding on or hoping because in the end, you would lose it anyway. His entire life he had felt nothing but pain, mainly as a puppy when he experienced the pain of abandonment, becoming an orphan, and making a friend who he grew very close to just to lose her. Ellone had disappeared, possibly taken or killed by a pack that had come and destroyed the band that took care of him. Though he had been shunned by the others in the pack, only one had ever made him feel like he belonged. Ellone was his friend, a sister, something he thought he would never be able to live without. The hope of finding her would always flare strong, but it had been years now...and he had yet to find a scent nor word of her...He began to think that maybe his hopes were too high. That his expectations were too much. Maybe he wouldn't change at all, and he would just stay the same. Cold, distant, quiet, resentful...and everything else along those lines. He stopped his march, eventually realizing where he had arrived. Dark caves that he had not yet visited. Quietly, he would walk into the gathering darkness and quietness, not really wanting to be disturbed. However, deep inside...he wanted someone to help him. Maybe change his view on the world, though it wouldn't happen overnight of course. Silently, black paws would stalk across the stone floor, and the warrior would come to rest atop the cold ground. A hevy sigh escaped his lips, ears perking to catch the amplification the caverns had to offer. Intrigued by such an oddity, he stared into the darkness and listened to the beats of his own heart and the inhale and exhale of his lungs... Speech Thoughts Others |