Looking in a Mirror
03-17-2015, 12:20 AM
Walk | Talk | Think It was most unusual for Miksa to venture any distance away from his home in the north. Glaciem was typically the only lands that he could ever be found in, the only place that he really felt comfortable, but the quietness there was starting to get to him. He enjoyed the place, no doubt about it, but there were simply so few of them and so much that each of them needed to do that he felt like a burden even thinking of seeking out one of his pack mates to socialize. Not to mention he hardly knew the first thing he should do in order to let them know he wanted company. With his awkwardness, the boy had traveled south, down from the mountainous north and into warmer locations. Here the snows had long since melted, and his wintry white coat was like a beacon against the summer heated backdrop. His brilliant yellow eyes stared mostly down at his own feet as he walked and only occasionally glancing upward toward his path, his thoughts more or less directed inward. Yep, this was certainly a bright idea, leaving the comfort of home to look for company in strangers. If he could not speak to his pack mates, how was he to strike up conversations with strangers? As usual, his thoughts were dismal and discouraging, setting his expression into something solemn and glum. Maybe he ought to turn back before he got too far. He was sure he could still find his way back if he turned back now. |
03-17-2015, 12:40 AM
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03-17-2015, 01:01 AM
Walk | Talk | Think The young wolf was thoughtful as he moved, still considering tucking tail and turning back toward the direction he had come from. There was nothing for him here, not in these strange lands with only unfamiliar faces. He could only feel awkward and inadequate for socializing and return home embarrassed and humiliated. No, he really did need to go back, before he made a fool of himself and possibly offended someone who lived around this area. He had just about made up his mind when he realized someone approached him. Immediately his yellow eyes lifted from the earth to stare at the other wolf as he padded closer to him, and the longer Miksa stared the more his eyes seemed to grow bigger. Was it just the angle from which he was looking at him, or did this wolf seem to have a strikingly similar appearance to his own? A white pelt, almost entirely unadorned save for the markings that encircled his eyes. Eyes that were practically the same brilliant yellow that stared back from his reflection. A little tongue tied, Miksa did not know how to answer at first when the wolf spoke to him, though his steps did fumble and then stop entirely, bringing him to a stop. He knew staring was rude, but it was so hard not to look at this stranger and feel some odd sense of familiarity with him, though likely it was just because it felt like the stranger was wearing his face. Who was he? Oh wait, the stranger had asked that first. "Miksa," he stated, forgetting even to be intimidated by this unknown individual. But really, who was he? |
03-19-2015, 08:46 PM
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03-29-2015, 12:11 AM
Walk | Talk | Think As Revenge narrowed his eyes, Miksa felt his tan ears begin to fold, not at all sure how to take the look. Was he just trying to puzzle out why they looked so familiar? Or had Miksa accidentally done something to offend him like he was afraid he would? The timid boy tried not to fidget as his unknown twin continued to try making sense of him, though earning is name in return was a welcome relief. Revenge. Well if that did not sound intimidating, nothing did. Did this wolf live up to that name? Should Miksa have been more nervous than he already was? He hated to think that he might need to be. With names and those formalities out of the way, they seemed to lapse into silence, and Miksa finally did fidget as his brilliant yellow eyes glanced quickly at Revenge and then away, as if checking to make sure his exits were still in place. Was that it? Was their meeting over, just like that? "You look more like me than my brother does," Miksa added at last, trying for something to carry a bit of the conversation though he hardly knew if it was enough or what more he might be able to offer him. |
03-31-2015, 12:21 PM
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04-14-2015, 01:24 PM
Walk | Talk | Think So this wolf had siblings too, sisters in fact. Miksa wondered how different they were than brothers. Were they quieter? Sweeter? More fragile? His own brother had been such a flighty, adventurous thing that getting to spend time with him had been something of a chore. Shtiya had always wanted to go and do things, and Miksa had had trouble keeping up and wearing the same sort of enthusiasm the other boy had so naturally. Even so, not having him around made the kid feel lonely and abandoned, and it was only because of his pack that he had not floundered into any debilitating depression. The question about his father was a bit of a surprise, though now that it was mentioned he realized how little he knew of the man. Qanik had never mentioned him, not once, though Miksa knew by now that he must have had one. "I don't," he answered with a little pinch of his brow, "my mom never really mentioned him." And being a quiet boy who simply did as he was told, it had never really came upon him to ask. |