The Sound Of Starting Over
02-06-2014, 03:28 AM
The swim had been rather calm today, the sun bright and warming his pelt soon after touching the sands. The cross marked male marched down the shore at a steady pace, black paws collecting sand as he moved. Black striped tail swayed with the breeze, his fur blowing every which way as the day carried on. The male was constantly searching, but for what was beyond him. He always felt lost in the sense of emotion, unsure as to whether or not it was normal. He had found some of his family at last, the search nearly over. But it seemed he still had much to discover, more family to find. Would the search ever end? One could hope...but his family seemed to be scattered across the lands, and he wasn't even sure whether or not they were on the same continent. Deep blue pools stared out across the waters, the sun reflecting across the surface. Would he ever find peace? Or would he always be at raging war within himself? Either way, he would carry on as best he could and show to others he was okay. The marked male would sit in the sand, though curiously investigating a mound that was in front of him, barely raised above the rest of the ground...but for some reason, his attention was pulled to it. "Speech", Thought, "You" |