ardent

The Sun Shimmers



Deviant

Loner

age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
posts
58
player
02-04-2015, 10:15 AM


Had post in a word document and forgot the land description xD

Had it been any other day, Deviant would have slept in till about noon. The man was not getting younger as the days passed by, and since he no longer had children to look after and teach, he had plenty of spare time. This time however he would wake early. He opened his eyes slowly at first, pulling his legs in and rolling from his side and onto his back where he would then close his eyes and stretch out his legs as far as he could go. The small bit of strain he put on his aging muscles was almost pleasant, having a small sting of discomfort which was a good indicator to him. With his stretch done the man blinked a few times as he rolled back onto his side, his jaws parting in a yawn and legs already maneuvering beneath him and bringing him to the entrance to his den.

He pulled himself from the slightly too small hole of his den, eyes instantly narrowing into slits at the change in lighting from the darkness. While they adjusted he would sniff at the air, gathering the morning wave of scents, looking for a particular one that belonged to the friend he was vacationing with in the southern lands of Alacritia. Destruction's scent was just seconds fresh, so she had to be nearby. Opening his eyes fully he would look around and easily find the dark coated woman stretching on the beach.

It was nice being able to leave the busy lands behind, not having to deal with other wolves and just be able to come here to relax and reconnect to your inner self. Deviant closed his eyes and lifted his muzzle to the sky, basking in the warmth of the early morning rays of spring. The man would admit that this trip was well needed for the both of them, ease some anxious nerves, enjoy the beauty around them, find a purpose once more. Destruction had been doing noticeably better now, smiling and enjoying herself, a flame being lit once more within her soul. Deviant was really enjoying her company, often finding himself calling her name when he found the perfect spot for them to look over the land, or even if he found something interesting. At the same time though he felt conflicted, feeling like a horrible husband and father because he wasn't out there looking for his children and had growing feelings for this woman.

What would Mystic think of this?

“Morning!” He finally barked, keeping his voice low enough so that he doesn't accidentally frighten the woman. Grey paws carried him forward, lips pulling into a smile as he made his way from the treeline and down onto the sandy shore. Tail swung calmly behind his rump, head held high with ears perked up atop his skull. He pulled up beside Destruction's right side, bumping her shoulder gently then looking out to the water with a heavy sigh. “We sure picked a good spot, just look at this view.” He hummed, golden eyes watching the small waves in the water, lapping at the shore almost teasingly.


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Awesome image by KatG6 <3