Images of the Past

*Aldoro* · 07-09-2014, 08:15 AM

For the past few months the man has gradually gotten over the death of his beloved. She'd never escape his memory, though. She'd always be beside him, around him. Whispering to him in the breeze that she was still there and waiting for him to join her. So, with that, Aldoro had refocused himself on Tortuga...and the future that was upheld before him. The man wondered if he'd ever find love again. Especially when he had lost it so many times on an off. Six came to him, then left, then came back, then died. Or if he'd ever have pups again...his older two were stillborn and they never existed. He never even got to say goodbye to his pups, or his dead wife. Although he wanted to forget it all...to push it all away and live like a normal man. That's what Six would want for him. To live and grow a new family of his own...to have pups, to wrap his arms around a woman he truly had love in his heart for.
Being the hopeless wanderer he was- the boy was on his way to the Caves of the Past. He's been to the place before. It was full of old signs painted upon the wall. The signs seemed to be done by something other than an animal...considering he could never make lines and curves so small. But he didn't worry about it. After all, they were all display and no threat to him. They were also something to pull his mind off everything. Paws would casually take him into the dark cave, eyes searching over the cave walls. Pictures and little painting began to show up, and all Aldoro did was smile. But suddenly his focus was tugged on when a strange, unfamiliar aroma wafted into his nose. Another wolf- and a woman. She seemed not too far back into the cave...maybe he could meet her? Turning, the man would make his way to the back of the cave, breathes silent and smooth.
Finally, through the darkness, he could spot a tall figure of soot. Aldoro squinted and huff softly, lowering his haunches to the floor and folding his tail over his paws slowly. His lips would part smoothly to few warm lyrics, Hello? Are you alright...? Warm voice would echo lightly through the small caves. His ears would flick softly with slight irritation- but he was primarily focused on the reply from the girl. If she was lost- he could certainly lead her out. He knew the way by heart- and he wouldn't without the paintings.

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