I jumped and dropped my bat
04-01-2014, 01:31 AM
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The noon day sun bore down, Summer was ending soon and he could sense it. The Digamma had lived long enough to tell when the seasons would change, and this followed the same pattern as every year. The scents of summer surrounded him, dragonflies flitted over the waters surface, the wildflowers grew here and there along the shore, the scents of the flowers mingling with the summer air, and...something else? Caerul stopped in his tracks. Was that a female? He had scented it many times before with his younger sister and the other wolves of the pack, though he as a gentleman, always remained composed and calm about it. It was a natural phenomenon for a woman during her season, and so he had learned to keep composed and controlled around it. He would appear from the bushes, his steps carrying him towards the scent that he soon recognized to be one of his pack mates, Vahva. The woman had been in turmoil lately, ever since her outburst upon the battlefield during the challenge. Caerul had said nothing, however, for he understood why she had done so. Though it had done nothing but earned her reprimand and a nasty scar from the prideful king, he knew the bastard would get what was coming to him someday. Ears perked forward as he heard what the woman was saying, though it seemed to be towards herself for there was no one else around. With a quiet sigh, he approached. Green eyes calm and understanding as he stepped to her left side and sat downm gazing at the water. "You are only as weak as you let others believe you to be." He turned towards her, his green gaze contained no judgment for her choices. He knew only too well how she felt, he too was in a similar boat and had things to face all his own. Loneliness, the thought of never finding someone, who would want him? He was aging, and yet as good as he tried to be, his was still alone. Speech Thought Others |
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