Unrest

*Thor* · 08-17-2014, 11:41 AM

Digging his nails into the dusty ground, Thor unearthed a small, rusty object. The glint of sunlight of its surface had drawn his attention away from the horizon and curiosity had moved him to investigate. He leaned down to taste the strange capsule, salmon-colored tongue lashing out to roll the curiosity about. Unsurprisingly, it tasted like dirt and rust. With a massive paw, the brute batted the object, sending it rolling unevenly across the ground. It was not as fascinating as he had been hoping.

Turning from the shell, Thor's eyes returned to the horizon. What had started out as a hunt had devolved into aimless wandering. He needed a reprieve from the constant grind of family life. His loved his girls, but their needs chaffed at him. He was unaccustomed to taking care of others and not a caretaker at heart. The attentiveness needed did not come naturally to him. And so, under the guise of purpose, the brute had taken up walking. He had no hopes for this expedition and was content to accept whatever came his way.

To the east was the Battlefield, its grounds littered with the defeated. The greenery found there was surprisingly inviting and lush; if not for the smell that wafted across the terra, one would assume it thrived under the banner of tranquility. Intrigued, the brute stopped to gaze across it. It was not tranquility that he sought, although what exactly he was after, the brute didn't know.

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