little boxes
06-22-2014, 02:38 AM
Golden orbs would scan the land before him, seemingly void of life but for the strong scent of wolf. It was winter in the west, and the warmth that the territory could usually promise was unusually absent today. It was nothing the boy was not accustomed to, yet he had to wonder if the gods were trying to send him a sign of sorts. Hadn't the boy been trying to land himself in new situations? What was known was the dull and predetermined lifestyle of a royal in training, and Bravo longed for the glimmering hope of the unknown. It had seemed that west was the answer to his solution, and Olympus was said to be home of the gods themselves. Gods! He grinned and nodded his head. Olympus would have to be the answer! To live among gods....it would be the biggest plunge he could ever make into the unknown. Golden eyes would sparkle for adventure as he set off towards the border, his pristine pelt an ivory stone against the barren landscape before him. As his youthful nose caught the scent that marked the border, Bravo would tilt back his cranium and open his maw, summoning the gods themselves to answer his call. Bravo! |