07-18-2008, 09:30 PM
Asmodai trod noisily over the rocky shore, enjoying one of the three beaches that he had so far discovered. Iskata hadn't been lying...there were many of them for him to enjoy, and each was pleasantly unique, with its own quirks setting it apart from the rest. The forests were enjoyable also, as well as well as the human ruin...and day by day he was experiencing a dawning realization that he was probably a loner by nature, and that his life up to this point had simply denied him that preference. If he returned back to where he'd come from, he would need to make a point to take some time for himself between his duties.
His fingers ran idly over the scars along his belly, and his thoughts latched onto those upraised marks, remembering just how he'd earned them. Those had been very different times, taxing times just like these, but in a much different way. Growing up was hard for everyone, though he doubted that the harshness of those early trials could be seen as clearly on others as they were on him. He was proud that he had moved beyond what he had been before, and glad to have been accepted into the fold. He had excelled in the family practice, as had been his father's hope, and had grown stronger than the one who had inflicted the wounds on his belly, which had been his own aspiration. Finally, he had returned the favor, but checked his own claws when the time came for revenge. In doing this, he placed himself above the one who had scarred him, and became prominent among the wolves of his generation. He had never felt it to be the wrong choice.
His fingers ran idly over the scars along his belly, and his thoughts latched onto those upraised marks, remembering just how he'd earned them. Those had been very different times, taxing times just like these, but in a much different way. Growing up was hard for everyone, though he doubted that the harshness of those early trials could be seen as clearly on others as they were on him. He was proud that he had moved beyond what he had been before, and glad to have been accepted into the fold. He had excelled in the family practice, as had been his father's hope, and had grown stronger than the one who had inflicted the wounds on his belly, which had been his own aspiration. Finally, he had returned the favor, but checked his own claws when the time came for revenge. In doing this, he placed himself above the one who had scarred him, and became prominent among the wolves of his generation. He had never felt it to be the wrong choice.