there's an albatross around your neck
03-27-2014, 07:25 PM
| Altavro Of The Nomads |
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Golden paws carried the male across the sands, and Altavro was struck by how vastly different certain parts of Alacritia were from one another. The deserts, which had been full to the brim of sand, were a far cry from these sandy expanses of beach. The water seemed to cool the air, and the salty breeze brought fresh scents for Altavro to sample every few seconds. The male seemed to be content here, or as content as he could be in a foreign land. Nothing about Alacritia had really begun to strike him as a place in which he could settle down, and Altavro had criss-crossed most of the east and west of it during the season he had spent there. He had visited the desert - and gotten lost there. He had visited a pack, infuriated an (admittedly pretty) Alpha, and now he was here. Altavro wasn't entirely sure where 'here' was, to be entirely honest. The sandy expanse and the large bay were nothing familiar, though Altavro knew of few landmarks. But with no home to go to, did it really matter if he was lost? Though the lack of a densite didn't bother the male, and the freedom offered by being alone was pleasant, the golden wolf had found himself getting actually lonely every once in a while. He had not healed a single injured wolf during his time here, which made him wonder, more than any other part of his loner life, if he had made a bad decision in leaving the Nomads. He had learning nothing new about the arts of healing and had used none of his knowledge to assist others who were less fortunate. Guilt was a mostly unfamiliar emotion to the male, but he was feeling it more often here than he ever had before. After all, he had spent most of his life training. And now that his training was completed and he was on his own, Altavro wasn't sure what to do with himself. He could sleep in late (though Altavro was mostly an early riser), and wander where he willed, and sure, he enjoyed it, but Altavro was starting to wonder if he needed something. This introspection ensured that he was oblivious to the scents and sounds of another wolf, should any others be in the area. And all the while, as Altavro thought, he plodded mechanically on, legs carrying him smoothly across the crystalline sands of Fontamo Bay. |