How much is that doggie in the window?

*Nemesis* · 12-20-2014, 11:16 PM

Resting at the lake's edge atop a rock, Nemesis let a single gold-tipped paw dab at the water. He was getting a bit restless. While it was nice to be reunited with some of his Xanilov siblings, the boy was tired of the monotony of Ebony. Captivity, even the kind that wasn't all that unpleasant, chafed at him. He was too attached to freedom, too attached to choice. Limbo too was tiring. His mother had promised to free him and his siblings, but since making that promise not a single word of such action had reached his ears. He was beginning to lose faith in her. Not only that, but as time went on, the boy found himself becoming comfortable with his place in Yfir and in Ebony. He liked Katja well enough and he could find no fault with Kassander or even Valeriya. His position on the whole matter was slowly becoming more and more muddied. He didn't know what to think.

Stretching so that both front paws skimmed the surface of the lake, Nemesis stared down at them and absently patted at the water. This was how he spent his days. Honestly, it was about time he found something of substance to do. Maybe Ebony needed a hunter or something? He wouldn't mind going out with Kass or Solo or maybe Andromeda and doing a little hunting for the pack. Or maybe, if one of the knights wouldn't mind teaching him, he could find someone to give him fighting lessons. He craved action.

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