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08-31-2014, 12:05 PM
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The brute found himself wandering the north, his paws carrying him surely across the terrain. Nothing about this could throw him off. He was home once more, which meant that he was in control now more than ever. The past year and a half had done him well, teaching him how to rule supreme over his emotions and his body language, and strengthening him physically as well. It was a testimony to the fact that Oberon had essentially been walking since he left Alacritia that he was even considering settling down for a while up here. His limbs had long since passed aching, and become stronger for the fact that he had kept going all those months ago, but Oberon was in fact a little tired at the moment. And so, the male was resting in the small col, enjoying the cooler air of the northern summer. With his ebony fur, he definitely preferred the northern hemisphere thus far. At least for the duration of the summer, which was winding to a close, it would be nice to get a brief respite from the heat by wandering up here. He would not complain of any discomfort, in all honesty, but the simple fact of the matter was that he was largely black and summer was rarely kind to those darker furred wolves. It was strange to think about that - Oberon's father had been pure white and his mother orange, so where had Oberon claimed his black fur from? Ah well. It didn't matter anymore, and it was as likely as not that no one would even remember Oberon's father. Marvel had never made much of an impression on the world around him, if Oberon was entirely honest (which he typically was). Jupiter, on the other paw... Well, there was a lot that Oberon could say about his mother. It had been more than a year since he had seen her last, but still Oberon thought of her regularly, along with his sisters. He missed them, even if he had missed little else about Alacritia. "" |