There's always tomorrow
04-11-2014, 06:12 PM
The night was breaking into dawn by the time the massive brute would settle down to sleep. In truth, he had barely rested since he had first found his way to the lands of Alacritis. He had been infused with a burning desire that had been hard to quell or soften, and it had been this that had driven him to stalk the lands of Alacritis. His family lay inside the boundaries of a border, and it was a crossing he did not feel ready to make. He had seen his dear, dear sister Twig and had learned of what had befallen her, he had sworn vengeance and felt the burning desire for blood. He had stalked a volcano and met the strangest fae that boosted shades darker then autumn, of blood and silvers. He would open his jaws to a yawn and loosen the cramping in his forepaws as he shifted and fought to find comfort against the mossy softness of the hard ground. It was hard to shake loose all that fogged against his mind, but eventually he would fit it and find his way to sleep, the shades of trees above him dampening the glow of approaching day. ooc: Crappy short post >.> "My sounds""My Soul" |
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