*~* Secret ♥ Fear *~*
05-02-2013, 12:26 AM
Walk | Talk | Think He had waited for what felt like an hour or so within the forest near his mother's den, seated calmly amid the crisp, hardy foliage and patiently observant of his surroundings. It had been afternoon when he had gone there, but even by nightfall the wolf that he awaited, his distant father, still had yet to show. Though Rune felt he would have been justified in feeling any sense of anger or abandonment, he only felt a mild disappointment. He had been looking forward to spending time with his father, away from the impressive figures that his siblings posed. Vixe was always the first to show off, the first to grab the attention and hold it, while Maia, being the only girl of the bunch, rarely needed to try at all. She was vocal, adventurous, and kept up all too well with her brothers. And he, Rune, played second fiddle to them both, kept to the shadows while they held the limelight. It was no bother really - more could go unnoticed in the shadows than in the light - but every now and then he did long to get the same attention from his parents that his siblings did. Those rare moments simply felt few and far between. At last the spindly youth rose from the ground, his light grey frame turned darker by the shadows of the wood, and absently he shook it out. Already he was getting taller, but the fullness of youth still seemed to cling to his limbs and torso. Frosty blue eyes regarded the surrounding forest once more, his ears perked above his head as he listened to the natural sounds of insects going about their nightly routines. Maybe he forgot. It was a generous assumption, in favor of Kylar certainly, but a part of him doubted there was any truth to it. Unlike his mother, who played a heavily active role in the lives of her children even beyond that of what was required of her to keep them alive, the boy's father had seemed out of place among them, uncomfortable and nervous. Rune felt most like his father at these times, still out of sorts himself when around unfamiliar faces. Did he think them strange? Did he think them foreign? Was that why he struggled to be with them? He was usually very mild tempered, capable of letting small slights slip away unaccounted for, but tonight he was feeling a tad more impatient than usual. So rather than decide to head back to the safety and shelter provided closer to his mother's den - where surely Vixe and Maia lurked with their mother - Rune trotted off into the wood, frosty eyes half lidded lazily with his head low to the ground, sniffing and ordering things as he went. It didn't take quite so long as he had expected to find his father's scent - it was near; perhaps he had made an effort to see his son after all but had abandoned it in the end - and even less time to tell in which direction he had been moving. Rune followed slowly and meticulously, ensuring that the scent he trailed was indeed the one he sought and being cautious not to lose it to the others that crossed its path and led away. The going was slow, but he was confident every step of it, following the trail his father had left behind toward the waterfall that adorned one particularly rocky part of the territory. The grey youth paused within sight of it, his blue eyes taking in the water as it swept down the rocks and fell misting into the pool at its base. An interesting place, but it was not what he was after. Logging away the location of the waterfall, the pup continued after the trail, climbing among the rocks and eventually abandoning the scent simply to keep himself concentrated on not slipping. It might have been easy enough to traverse for an adult, but for a spindly youth like himself the complexities were a little more pronounced. Eventually he did reach the rise, and the scent of his father was nearly completely masked over by another, stronger one, a scent the youth was not entirely unfamiliar with but not expecting: blood. Brow knitting with a cautious worry, he crept further along the uppermost edge of the rocks, letting the smell guide him toward an opening in the mountainside. There he saw his father, lying upon the ground, blood pooling before him. For a split second he thought it might have been his blood, but as he took a hasty step closer he noticed the other, mostly hidden within the shadows and with blood completely coating the extended paw. Drawing on the calming presence his father exuded, Rune lowered his head rather nervously and stepped closer, pausing just outside the cave and to one side of Kylar. "Dad?" he questioned gently, the sound of his own voice resounding with such a dissonance that he flinched and wished to take the word back. But he made himself continue, voicing the true question he had and wished to ask to settle his nerves. "Is everything okay?" |
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