I have to move on before I drown
09-15-2014, 12:06 PM
The first few days within the group, the boy would wander away from the marked lands, scoping out farther and farther away just in case he would ever find any trace of his sibling again. With each trip however, the chances she was still a round would dwindle more and more, until there was nothing left. As much as Australis wanted to believe she was still out there, the longer she was gone only strengthened the fact that she wasn't going to come back. First Aurora, then Magnus, then they come back only for mother to leave once more, Zlata disappearing after until finally his father went with. It was sickening. Just when the boy was about to turn back and go to the packland, a scent caught his attention on the wind, familiar. Just sweeping past his nose was enough to bring a low growl from the boy's lips, eyes narrowing as his body turned back, paws carrying him along the trail. He would move at a steady jog, not eager in one meet to see if the trail lead to the one who it belonged to. Tail swung, body calm, ears flicking at a few droplets of rain falling upon them. It wouldn't take long for the young male to get close enough to catch two more scents mixed with the first, but they were not as musky, these were much different. Women. The boy's brows came together harshly, the fur along his spine raising while his pace slowed down to a quiet walk. Just a few more steps and they would come into view, the man standing before two women who were sitting upon rocks. Was he flirting? The boy's tail lashed behind his large frame, aqua hued eyes landing on his father but quickly went to the woman who spoke after him. The boy chuckled at her choice of words, though his demeanor and facial expression was emotionless stone. "And so will you, wench." Though he had meant to sound harsh, his tone would only come as calm and emotionless. His gaze, a void of nothingness would move away from the woman's backside (he is behind them) and turn to the one who he would have called father when he was younger, gaze hardening. "New ass?" He questioned, ears swiveling forward, the muscles beneath his coat rippling. It would not surprise the boy if the old man was looking for new ass to play around with, bang some chick, and once kids come around ditch them and move onto the next. Was it a game for him? speech. thoughts. you" |
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