A battle of the mind.
05-09-2013, 11:33 AM
Paws made their way through the grass as the slight chill of the air was felt by the young brute. Autumn...then winter...then spring...then summer...repeat! A small smile cut across the males maw as he enjoyed his little amusing thoughts. Vladimir was all over the lands of Alacritis now. Like where had he not been? Here. But this place didn't seem as exciting...as dangerous, as daring, as the rest of them. Perhaps falling into the Rio Grande was daring but he didn't plan it that way.
The smile faded as he thought about the same thing again. This mind boggling decision he had to make, so not worth the time. Would he be able to be mature now? Let go of his devious mouth? Sure he was a smart ass but that didn't bother him. the only thing that bothered Vlad was that he knew his parents would frown upon such an attitude. Where had a brute of theirs learned such language and attitude? thing is...he didn't learn it...it just came to him naturally. Yet the thought of how he didn't want to disappoint his parents raged on in his mind. At the same time he wanted to change for the better but he wouldnt be changing for himself.
Why would Vlad have to change for his parents; wouldn't they just love him for him? Of course but then he was afraid...Vladimir Bellator afraid? Ha! Such a hilarious thought yet true deep deep down in his gut.
The male shook his head releasing the thoughts as his sky blue eyes focused back onto the horizon. Grass....grass everywhere. Whatever happened to the murky water, the gangly trees, the lava, the water...but nope...just grass. With a swift movement the wolf rook his ebony black claws and slashed at the grass.
And what if the grass were to die....then would the world die with it? No grass to feed the prey that they fed off of. Such a pitiful thing that they all relied on. Then a new scent had reached his nose...hm another stranger. A shrug was given as Vladimir casually walked towards the scent. in no time his sky blue eyes settled on a dame who seemed to be pacing. the small casual devious smile appeared once more. Should he...or shouldn't he...
Come on maybe this dame just needed some fun....or was he risking getting his face slashed off. Oh well, he would see. So with a shrug Vlad went for it; his own way of fun.
"Heeeey whats all of this pacing for? You trying to make a path?" he said in a sarcastic friendly tone.
His head tilted a bit out of curiosity as he saw she seemed a bit upset.
"Ey(hey) you don't look so....happy right about now. Ya(you) alright?" he asked even thought it was none of his business.
"Oh, and by the way the names Vladimir Bellator, or just Vlad." he threw in remembering his manners...or the ones he needed to practice.
The smile faded as he thought about the same thing again. This mind boggling decision he had to make, so not worth the time. Would he be able to be mature now? Let go of his devious mouth? Sure he was a smart ass but that didn't bother him. the only thing that bothered Vlad was that he knew his parents would frown upon such an attitude. Where had a brute of theirs learned such language and attitude? thing is...he didn't learn it...it just came to him naturally. Yet the thought of how he didn't want to disappoint his parents raged on in his mind. At the same time he wanted to change for the better but he wouldnt be changing for himself.
Why would Vlad have to change for his parents; wouldn't they just love him for him? Of course but then he was afraid...Vladimir Bellator afraid? Ha! Such a hilarious thought yet true deep deep down in his gut.
The male shook his head releasing the thoughts as his sky blue eyes focused back onto the horizon. Grass....grass everywhere. Whatever happened to the murky water, the gangly trees, the lava, the water...but nope...just grass. With a swift movement the wolf rook his ebony black claws and slashed at the grass.
And what if the grass were to die....then would the world die with it? No grass to feed the prey that they fed off of. Such a pitiful thing that they all relied on. Then a new scent had reached his nose...hm another stranger. A shrug was given as Vladimir casually walked towards the scent. in no time his sky blue eyes settled on a dame who seemed to be pacing. the small casual devious smile appeared once more. Should he...or shouldn't he...
Come on maybe this dame just needed some fun....or was he risking getting his face slashed off. Oh well, he would see. So with a shrug Vlad went for it; his own way of fun.
"Heeeey whats all of this pacing for? You trying to make a path?" he said in a sarcastic friendly tone.
His head tilted a bit out of curiosity as he saw she seemed a bit upset.
"Ey(hey) you don't look so....happy right about now. Ya(you) alright?" he asked even thought it was none of his business.
"Oh, and by the way the names Vladimir Bellator, or just Vlad." he threw in remembering his manners...or the ones he needed to practice.