Out to Lunch

The brute walked solemnly along the river bank in solitude. His onyx ears seemed to droop as he tried to hold his head up high. He felt like crap and it showed.Each paw-step he took squelched in the damp sand and dirt.If only the sand was quick sand should it end the ongoing dilemma in his mind.

But then his siblings would miss him and leaving them was not an option. Then again maybe he would be granted a third chance; third times the charm wasn't it? Oh well, he would find out in a while. Is this all really necessary, every single thing that is to happen. Or has it already happened. The male sighted as he walked along the Rio Grande; he did not want to bein Seracia right now. Even his new home which had seemed so wonderful at first had taken a downfall. The only reason he had gone there was to be there with Ghost; but yet now he was tied to the binds that held him there, brother, sister, rank. Yes he was only a knight but rather enjoyed being one. And who else would protect the the kingdom's inhabitants, Segar? He thought not because Segar was busy somewhere with Ghost. Octavian had heard that the brute was from Lentajin, he wondered how many females Segar had been involved with there, obviously many. But he should not be one to judge; his first chance did not end so well.

But why must everything turn to the other side for the brute? What has he done that was so wrong. The wolf's mind was utterly confused until his stomach let out a rumble. Food, he wondered if he was even in the mood to eat let alone catch something. Perhaps some fish would do since the man was so close to the water.

Only when a voice called out about the fish having wings did his black ears perk up at the voice. Another soul was around; should he turn back and return to his solitude or face another wolf. Well the wolf sounded friendly enough to get the brute to give in. He probably needed another friend since he only had his king as one so far. Maybe he would gain one today, friends were nice.

So Octavian stepped into view and replied.

"If the fish are to grow wings aren't we to grow wings as well and fight fire with fire? But it would be best if we fight it with water since fire and more fire only creates a bigger fire." he said in his normal wise tone

Only after he spoke did his mood plummet back down to the bottomless pits of hell. The white gaze of the wolf averted to the groud once more.

[/B]"I do apologize for my mood. I feel rather broken at the moment since this day."[/B]

Octavian's stomach twisted into knots as he thought about what might be going on back at Seracia with GHost and Segar right now. Pangs of pain came from his abdomen as he became even more upset. Maybe he was just hungry; but there would always be pain that would never cease.