ardent

But if you close your eyes



Squall


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05-08-2014, 04:57 AM
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Squall

Much time had passed since Squall had gone anywhere...or spoken to anyone. Ever since the falling out with Loccian, he had grown distant from everyone and everything. Reverting back to his introverted self and avoiding those who tried to get near him or even talk to him. He would turn them away as soon as they had approached, sharp words of annoyance and sarcasm always heavy upon his tongue. He didn't care to get close to anyone, he didn't want to get hurt for a third time. The male had chosen to take a walk away from the territory, perhaps to somewhere he had not yet been to clear his mind and think about what he wanted to do. Was his place really in Seracia? His mind always seemed to be tortured there, Loccian was ill, having given up her position as Alphess to another he barely knew. Though he didn't particularly care, at least...that's what he told himself, anyway.

Black paws carried him across the ground, the male lost in thought he wasn't even very aware of where he was going. All he cared about was that it was away from Seracian grounds, to a place where he could hopefully find answers. He wasn't sure how far he had walked, or where exactly he was. But when his eyes gazed up he could see trees as far as the eye could see. Leaves and petals fell to the ground, the mingled scents of fruits thick and sweet in the air. Icy blue gaze swept the scenery, this was certainly different then anything he had seen before. His paws would move him forward again, head turning this way and that as he took in what he saw. He had never seen so many fruit bearing trees in one place before, but it was something he didn't mind.

The tri-colored male moved further into the trees, unknowing to what he would soon walk into. As his gaze fell back towards the ground, he could see just a few yards away, a lone figure. Ears perked forward, and he debated moving forward or turning a different way. Though there was something familiar about the femme that would keep him going. Upon approach, he would stop several feet away, watching her absentmindedly batting at the piece of fruit between her paws. "Having fun?"