ten months until avengers: age of ultron
07-27-2014, 11:17 PM
The bitterly heavy aromas of the large orchard wafted ever so confidently into his nostrils, making the massive beast want to gag. The boy was never fond of fruit or vegetables. Not their pitiful taste, nor the aroma that coiled around them and made them smell horrific. So attending the area as if the place was at his favor wasn't what the behemoth intended. He'd rather be curled in a den...sleeping, dreaming about his dead wife. Dead children. Faults and achievements. But life just wasn't fair. Life always backfired, throwing massive rocks at his head and chipping away at his brain day by day. And he had to deal with it all. To stand there motionless, staring ahead and wishing an angel were there to bring him up to his wife. --- Though today the BEAST was here to collect flowers for Roman when he returned to rejoin her pack...a sign of his kindness and sympathy for all the things he's committed and witnessed. wip for a moment |