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Kesho Maisha · 10-24-2010, 01:39 AM

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Kesho Maisha.
Born 2002-ish.
Luperci Verto.
Canis latrans latrans [verto].
Male.
AIM: Daitenshi Kotone.
Returning 'soul. Big Grin

Kesho Maisha

It seemed like it had been centuries... Centuries since he had laid foot on these lands; since he had seen anyone he recognized, or even cared about-- and now he was returning. At least, he hoped that he was. Kesho had no idea if the place to which he was attempting to travel would even still be in existence when he arrived. The copper yote ached with anxiety. Anxious, he was, to know if there were any left of his old clan. Outwardly, he doubted it; if only to save his own sanity. It was a joke, him trying to preserve his sanity, which had been lost long ago. He sighed outwardly, continuously moving forward on his furred feet. Attempting to keep his thoughts collected, to stay away from the dark side of him which, when tempted, lead him into impulsion and chaotic mannerisms. Good for enemies, though, that.

Kesho gave an awkward smirk, if only to himself, and eyed the horizon. His breath condensed visibly in front of him, something which he had grown oddly accustomed to watching far too diligently in his solitude. It was time, he thought, to return to some sort of civilization. But would it be the same? He very much doubted it. The middle aged 'yote was-- perhaps wrongly-- worried that everything would be different, that he had made a mistake attempting to return to the land which he once called home.

Too late to turn back now, Kesho... either make a fool of yourself to a whole pack or continue to be your own fool. Either way, you lose, buddy., an inward voice snarled at him. Oh, fuck off. This is not your business. It was a constant battle with his other self, but for the most part-- at least, in recent years-- he'd become more able to control it. When he was younger, he gave in much more easily to this bullying, menacing part of himself. It took a lot of concentration in order to tune him out, however, and when he couldn't, for any substantial length of time... it generally ended badly. His altered self usually took control when the urge to shift overcame him too severely. It made him irrational and quite dangerous, to say the least. For now, though, this side of him was being kept in check. Only under intense circumstances, for the most part, did this actually occur.

The rusty lupine snapped back to reality, glancing around at his surroundings. His ember eyes burned in the sunlight of the new day. It was still morning, but now approaching midday as he trod along the vaguely familiar path. The terrain had changed somewhat since he last traveled upon it, but his nose recognized a strong scent in the air that he couldn't deny gave him hope. While the older canid couldn't be certain to whom it belonged, he knew it on some level. Probably the decaying entrails of some long-dead friend of yours..., purred the insidious voice inside of him. He ignored it blatantly, continuing on his trek down a human-made road, simply following the intoxicating scent which he secretly prayed would not be false. His thoughts swirled, remembering fondly his time in this territory. A deep pang of sadness hit somewhere far into his heart as he thought of Zarah, the only other being he'd every truly loved, and how she'd left this world without him being able to let her know how he felt. But, he thought, now was no time for pussy, wimpy, Kesho. Now, he needed to be strong. His features quickly became brazen and he padded on, panting slightly from the heat reflecting off of the blacktop. Now he veered off the road, preferring to trounce in the natural lands of the area. The grass, although quite nearly dead, felt good beneath his paws.

It would be hard for hiim to explain his great length of absence, in the case of anyone he once knew still being around. However, he had good reasons... or, at least he thought he did. Supposedly love caused blindness, and his blindness led him astray. Of course, he regretted completely leaving this place which he had adored so. He belonged here, and he hoped beyond hope that coyotes still ran amok in these lands, and that he could join them once more.

Kesho situated himself, simply, upon a large boulder overlooking a fair amount of territory. The bronzed coy sat, quite alert, observing his surroundings with great pride and nostalgia. He had missed these lands so, and wondered whether any of his old comrades were out there...if the entire pack was dead; or worse, usurped by wolves. If the latter were the case, he might soon be in a mess of trouble.

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