Lost and alone again

Alaki · 01-15-2011, 02:02 PM

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OOC: Word count: (515) - - Woo, here comes Alaki. Sorry 'bout the further delay Shaw ^^ Hope this is an okay start, i officially suck at starting xD

Spending time in the Anathema pack had changed Alaki a lot; he originally believed a pack was something he didn’t need but that idea had drastically changed. After taking a break from his own pack he realized just how much he liked the time he spent with them and simply being surrounded by them. Packs were interesting, there were many different characters and all sorts of canines with different personalities gathered in one place and formed a family. The Anathema pack never ceased to amuse and intrigue Key, which led him to wonder what other packs are like. Are all packs the same? Are there any drastic differences in the surrounding packs? Such ideas had been filling his mind for days. He had encountered another wolf from a different pack recently, which only fuelled his curiosity further.

Those very cursed thoughts are what had led him to be wandering for days, lost again. Key knew he should have learnt from the many previous mistakes but some habits are hard to kick and if you’re going to see the world, if only a fraction of it, then making your own way there and back makes it all the more worth while… Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

But travelling alone for long periods of time was bad for Alaki, only recently had he begun opening up to others and he knew that the longer he spent away from socializing the more he would close in upon himself. His throat was tight with panic, fearing that when and if he came across another he would be unable to speak to them. The longer he walked lost and alone the lower his mood became, he wanted to destroy something, take his emotions out on something. He did not like being scared of something as foolish as speaking to another.

Yet, socializing was terrifying to Alaki; he could not comprehend why others felt the need to speak to him when it was not necessary. Small talk, that’s what it was, pointless small talk. Why should he be polite to a stranger, why should he tell them about himself? He was sure that everyone who approached him had an ulterior motive simply because he had nothing to offer them. He wasn’t kind, caring, supportive or anything positive, all he could do was kill, fight and hurt. All of the things he was good at pushed others away, Key was sure of this. And yet, every so often someone would speak to him, expecting him to respond. Why?

Something hard collided with Key, as if it had came out of nowhere. Throwing himself backwards, muscles tense, teeth bared he looked for a threat but all he could see was a large, elegant tree. Caved within the tree were beautiful curved letters. “Cer .. Cercatori d’Arte hmmm … and how the heck did I miss this tree?” he said aloud to himself. With a sigh he relaxed a bit, “I really am going insane here aren’t i?” he whispered underneath his breath to nothing and no one in particular.

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