07-19-2009, 05:03 PM
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The Itse was frustrated today, something that had become usual and familiar to him. The lands of AniWaya only served to agitate him farther, as he was faced with the fact that he had done very little to better himself and the Tribe that had been kind enough to accept him into the fold. He had done little to learn their customs, a distinct lack of respect. Most of the time, he paced the borders, where he had dug his shallow den. He kept himself isolated from everyone. He was frustrated by his actions, but even more frustrated over the fact that he could hardly muster up the motivation to do anything but feel restless.
It was useless to stay within tribal lands, as he had no real responsibilities. The male had decided to set out exploring once more, not really knowing what he hoped to encounter. He did not feel the need for company or conversation, and he did not know if he would welcome it. He wanted to branch out, to start fresh, but there was a roadblock in his mind that prevented him from doing so.
The Itse needed to work off some energy desperately. His wooden brown eyes spied the hills, saturated in shadows from the clouds overhead. Perhaps he could start the steep trek and find somewhere to think and work things out in his head. Still feeling somewhat disgruntled, two feet carried him over the hills. The ground was damp, and he trampled flowers on his ascent. But he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore.
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It was useless to stay within tribal lands, as he had no real responsibilities. The male had decided to set out exploring once more, not really knowing what he hoped to encounter. He did not feel the need for company or conversation, and he did not know if he would welcome it. He wanted to branch out, to start fresh, but there was a roadblock in his mind that prevented him from doing so.
The Itse needed to work off some energy desperately. His wooden brown eyes spied the hills, saturated in shadows from the clouds overhead. Perhaps he could start the steep trek and find somewhere to think and work things out in his head. Still feeling somewhat disgruntled, two feet carried him over the hills. The ground was damp, and he trampled flowers on his ascent. But he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore.