Prayer Of A Refugee
07-23-2014, 05:59 PM
Some Nights - Fun
It was late. The sun was soon to clock out, with only a little orange and pink light still lingering in the horizon. It was also hot. With spring came the rising temperature. But also life. Life was very important, and very much worth living. But that was no longer in question for the brute as he walked along the bank of the river. No. Now that he had a few names in his corner, and now that he had Avalon, Newol didn't question himself anymore. Now there was only one thing that he was concerning himself with. Living. He would live, regardless of what the future held. It was like a slamming drum beat in his heart driving him ever forward, this shear determination to be Happy. And it was the determination that he was entertaining right now as he walked through the dim light. It may have taken him a while to come around full circle, but he'd finally done it. He'd finally worked all the pissy moany anger out of his system and was now his ass was back into high gear to get some work done. There was only one acceptable direction to move in now. And that was forward.
He actually found him self wishing his mother, both his birth and his adopted mother, could see him right now. Every inch of him from head to toe was dripping, his fur soaking wet after having taken a dive into the river for his dinner. There was a bounce to stride and a sway to his tail as he moved along with a large catfish held lightly in his jaws, his lips pulled back in a hearty smile with his slightly large ears standing straight on end. You'd be surprised just how much a woman's touch could improve you. Finding Avalon had helped him remind himself, all this sorrow and heavy heart crap, man, that was for other people. It wasn't for him. He was not going to give up or let up. It wasn't him. Someone had to stand where he stood. Someone had to be a bright light in this dark world. To at the very least keep the scales even, until it could finally be turned in the light side's favor. So, he couldn't afford any of this down and angry crap. No.
Now it was time to move forward.
It was late. The sun was soon to clock out, with only a little orange and pink light still lingering in the horizon. It was also hot. With spring came the rising temperature. But also life. Life was very important, and very much worth living. But that was no longer in question for the brute as he walked along the bank of the river. No. Now that he had a few names in his corner, and now that he had Avalon, Newol didn't question himself anymore. Now there was only one thing that he was concerning himself with. Living. He would live, regardless of what the future held. It was like a slamming drum beat in his heart driving him ever forward, this shear determination to be Happy. And it was the determination that he was entertaining right now as he walked through the dim light. It may have taken him a while to come around full circle, but he'd finally done it. He'd finally worked all the pissy moany anger out of his system and was now his ass was back into high gear to get some work done. There was only one acceptable direction to move in now. And that was forward.
He actually found him self wishing his mother, both his birth and his adopted mother, could see him right now. Every inch of him from head to toe was dripping, his fur soaking wet after having taken a dive into the river for his dinner. There was a bounce to stride and a sway to his tail as he moved along with a large catfish held lightly in his jaws, his lips pulled back in a hearty smile with his slightly large ears standing straight on end. You'd be surprised just how much a woman's touch could improve you. Finding Avalon had helped him remind himself, all this sorrow and heavy heart crap, man, that was for other people. It wasn't for him. He was not going to give up or let up. It wasn't him. Someone had to stand where he stood. Someone had to be a bright light in this dark world. To at the very least keep the scales even, until it could finally be turned in the light side's favor. So, he couldn't afford any of this down and angry crap. No.
Now it was time to move forward.