Laugh it up, kid.
05-12-2014, 06:12 PM
Quintus was a fool. He'd stupidly swam across the sea in the middle of a storm, he'd nearly died (okay, so that was an exaggeration) -- he'd hurt his leg, though it had healed quickly and he'd met a girl that was an utter pain in the ass on the island. She'd helped him, as well as irritated him, but he strangely found himself wondering if he would see her again. And he hadn't found his mother... though, admittedly, he'd stopped trying as soon as he found his way off that damned island. She was fine, he was certain, and he was not. And there was no way in hell that Quintus Nero was going to go crawling back to his parents, alone and afraid. No... he was stronger now. Or so he told himself. But he did miss his siblings. Cassius and Amalia especially, but who knew where they had ran off to? He missed his younger siblings less, though he would never admit that. Even Arian he missed, though he hadn't bonded much with her. Still his paws took him back toward the lands of Seracia, a place he had once called home. He had grown larger since he has left, nearly his father's size now, though not nearly as impressive in stature. Slowly and warily he made his way to the borders, trailing after the girl's scent, which still lingered here. He could only hope she would still be here. Quintus lifted his head to the sky, letting a call to her escape his lips. |