Communication's dead

Ahiga Nishant · 05-14-2012, 07:48 PM

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Word Count :: 550Forward dated to the 20th May (for timeline purposes and so i can finish up him leaving AW stuffs). Invited Seb to this if he wanted in, otherwise i'd prefer to have this over and done with asap. Ahiga has a bratty way of speaking but he means well ^^;

The decision hadn't been easy but ultimately he believed it was what would help him more on with his own life, rather then lingering in the past within a pack that was slowly killing him. Considering his interactions with other packs and his limited knowledge of what was outside of the tribe, his choices of where to go and what to do were few; he knew of his sisters pack but the idea of going to her, giving in and letting her get away and have a perfect family situation after abandoning him wasn't favourable, then there was the art and trading pack which somewhat intrigued him but neither trading or art particularly called to him. So that left the other pack that had come to the tribe, the one the red toned male had come from.

Packing lightly he left behind many of his belonging; not wishing to say farewell to Lokni for he and the guide had spoken and it was apparent the guide strongly disagreed with his choice. Donning his favourite black cargo pants and a few other trousers he shoved them into bags and made his way to the stables, attaching the bag of clothing to the rest of his things that were already hanging from Buck's saddle; the one frequent in his life was a horse. Depressing somewhat, but with this move he hoped this would change, the he would be able to finally find himself and take better control over his own life.

Leading the stallion out of the stall he blinked, forest eyes squinting up at the morning sun. No one seemed to be around, which was good; he'd left a note in the village for someone to find if they wished to know where he'd gone. Breathing in deeply he began to lead the horse to where he hoped to find some form of acceptance, a home where he felt he belonged.

The walk over to the pack was long, done so in companionable silence between wolf and horse; as of late the young Nishant had began picking up on some low speech vocabulary, but his capability to clearly communicate with the horse was still far off. Lifting his head he took in the scents, the distinct smell of the pack was gradually growing thicker as he progressed closer, his stomach churning and it's contents threatened to make a reappearance as nerves began to worm their way through him, insecure doubts haunting his mind alongside the prospect of rejection.

Tightening his grip upon the stallions reins, he stared up at the darkening sky; the morning sun had quickly began to disappear as evening came, but now before him lay the pack. Bringing Buck to a stand still he simply stared into the borders, wanting to turn around and go crawling home.. only to remember he now had none; not that where he'd come from really been home in the first place. Clenching his jaw he took a quick steadying breath before releasing a howl, his voice coming out clearer then he had expected, asking of anyone nearby to assist him.

Green eyes flicked to Buck and he took a tentative step closer to the stallion, moon streaked hand resting lightly upon the horses neck, fingers toying with his excessively long black mane.

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