at the bottom.
09-30-2013, 10:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-30-2013, 04:37 PM by Epiphron.)
A creature born of blood and carnage, Bronze was destined to return to it. The battlefield was not pleasant, not like it used to be; the stench of blood and rot was not at all alluring, and yet the elder male found his paws carrying him there regardless of his intentions. Beneath his creamy tan pelt, power muscles rippled with each step, shaped from years of use. The brute was lucky that his outward appearance did not betray the fatigue he felt so often; the pain that was beginning to seep into his joints as winter drew nearer. Though his muscles were slowly deteriorating, he still had the appearance of a seasoned warrior. His coat was littered with scars; not just one or two, but dozens, enough to show that he had likely lived when he ought to have died. His stance was unassuming as he wandered across the vast expanse of flat terrain. One step after another he carried himself forth, his mind as empty as his dark brown gaze. Bronze was not seeking a fight, instead he wanted to remember. Much of his younger years were a blur, and he found his mind slipping often as he grew older. Remembering was painful, but necessary. His eyes drifted over the eyes of a tattered carcass of a wolf. His eyes closed and he involuntarily tensed his body as he paused in his tracks. It reminded him of Apollo, his only son -- he'd let the boy slip away from him and had found him like this. He could not fail his children so badly again. He refused to disappoint them. After a long moment he continued on again, slowly padding across the land. Overhead the sun hung directly overhead, signifying that the day was about halfway over. How had he gotten here? As the brute shifted, turning in a circle, he realized he did not know how to return home. As the sun set, he could navigate toward his family, but he felt sudden confusion overwhelm him -- the feeling was unfamiliar and upsetting. He knew he wasn't the young wolf he used to be, but he suddenly felt confused and panicked -- and wished rather badly he was at home in his den, snuggled up alongside his mate and children. But instead he found himself wandering aimlessly in this godforsaken land, growing quickly irritated. Old age was beginning to set in, and the frustrating part was that he did not know why he felt suddenly confused, didn't understand that his mind would begin to deteriorate as he began to grow even older.. |
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