Memories are just where you laid them...
01-26-2014, 08:59 PM
Baldur had broken away from the group, seeking to clear his head a bit. Everything was still so confusing to him and he had yet to find the answer to the most important question. What did he want out of life? What was he going to do with his life? What made him matter? The large brute sighed as he continued his trek up the mountains side. How did one even start answering that? He supposed the big question was whether or not to join a pack. But now that he was free from his father and uncle it was hard to imagine what joining a pack might be like again. Fitting himself into the structure and rules that had been partially responsible for breaking his family. Baldur paused as he noticed an entrance to a cavern and he realized as he looked around that this place was just like home. Brow furrowed he entered the cavern, navigating around the formations and moving deeper and deeper until finally he stopped. He was tired?. so tired?.. -----------------------------dream/memory sequence start---------------- Baldur woke with a start and a sneeze. A light shiver ran down the spine of the three month-old pup as he realized he was outside on his little patch of dirt. Hmph, he'd been kicked out of the den last night again. Wincing he stretched and turned to look at the bite marks that fell across his hips from where his mother had pitched him out and frowned for a moment before grinning. Scars attracted chicks right? And he liked eating the occasional bird so it was all good. He just needed to learn to be a bit more wary of Loki's 'lessons'. Bitch was apparently not an ok word to call one's mother and was in no way interchangeable with femme, fae, she, or woman. Well now he knew. He flinched again, sore all over and set to stretching, ignoring the injuries as he scrambled on top of a rock, splaying himself over it in the sun. Ahhhh?.. now this was the life. One of his ears twitched and he turned to look back at the den entrance. The morning sun was barely risen and he was ready to go and play. Weth was probably still sleeping. Ugh?.. he wished everyone would just wake up all ready. He'd have gone crawling him to wake them up himself if his father didn't have a terrible temper when roused unreadily from his sleep. His mother was a bit of a grumpus in the mornings too. Suddenly his ears flicked forward, little head raising as he saw something waddling toward him. It was a large bird with a long neck and it paused to gaze over at him, head twisting and tilting as it looked him up and down. With a honking shriek it charged and Baldur let out a yell, scrambling off the rock?. "KILLER BIRD!" |
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