PRODIGAL SON
07-16-2014, 01:04 PM
In short, his travels had revealed little. He had curiously explored a few lands beyond Alacritis, towards the end of winter, his gypsy soul pulling him further and further away. Alas, he had commitments and thus he had returned to the breast of his family. He halts at the border, unsure if he is welcome to simply intrude and gives the forest a puzzled from. The sun is kissing the horizon, an orange glow casting shadows in the forest. He stands there, his tail stiff behind him, as he stares into the pines. Letting out a sigh, he tosses his head up- a song coming from deep within his chest. He's home- shouldn't someone care? His cry echoes around him, and his ears flatten as the persistent voice sounds in his head, the conscious that he can't escape. Why would they care? You always leave. His ears flatten and he shakes his head slightly, trying to rid himself of the sound. He's been alone far to long. He turns, and paces along the border, his breath billowing in the frigid darkening sky. He's still not good at waiting, shouldn't they heed his call faster? Speech, |