Far From Home
04-28-2013, 10:22 AM
a smile came across the brute's face as he listened to Mercianne's statement. Was he truly a good friend? Wait...she called him a friend! Scipio hadn't had a friend in a while; he better not blow it.
Scipio yawned as he thought about what was to take place tomorrow. Would he go with Mercianne to her pack Glaciem? Or would he go and check out the other pack Ludicael that he had heard of. But wouldn't it be hard for him to leave Merci...honestly the dame had really grown on him. And she was the only one he could trust at the moment.
Thoughts, proposition, comments, and critiques swirled on in the brute's mind. So much thinking to do, so much planning. What was he to choose, there were more than one options. Yet what tied him to Glaciem? What made him want to join?
"Merci...my mind is swirling with thoughts. I do not know of where I belong or where I may go. The thing that baffles my mind is that I do not know what would make me go to Glaciem or what binds me there. But for now the only reason I have is because you live there..." he spoke softly as his cobalt eyes closed.
Thoughts would be saved for tomorrow morning; Scipio would have to sleep on it. And sleep on it he shall as all activity in his brain ceased while his body went silent. Sleep, like death but harmless. The golden boy gave into the dreamless death...or was it dreamless after all?
Scipio yawned as he thought about what was to take place tomorrow. Would he go with Mercianne to her pack Glaciem? Or would he go and check out the other pack Ludicael that he had heard of. But wouldn't it be hard for him to leave Merci...honestly the dame had really grown on him. And she was the only one he could trust at the moment.
Thoughts, proposition, comments, and critiques swirled on in the brute's mind. So much thinking to do, so much planning. What was he to choose, there were more than one options. Yet what tied him to Glaciem? What made him want to join?
"Merci...my mind is swirling with thoughts. I do not know of where I belong or where I may go. The thing that baffles my mind is that I do not know what would make me go to Glaciem or what binds me there. But for now the only reason I have is because you live there..." he spoke softly as his cobalt eyes closed.
Thoughts would be saved for tomorrow morning; Scipio would have to sleep on it. And sleep on it he shall as all activity in his brain ceased while his body went silent. Sleep, like death but harmless. The golden boy gave into the dreamless death...or was it dreamless after all?