11-07-2009, 04:49 AM
[html]Por Savi-Savi. <3 500+
Home at last. It had been so long since Ehno stepped foot onto Crimson Dreams soil. The Italian male quietly slipped out of the lands what seemed like ages ago, determined to spend time in another pack where his children would be born. The time spent with those four little ones in the Valley seemed to go by so quickly, but he knew he could not remain there forever. The Marino journeyed almost non-stop from the eastern pack to get here and the weariness from his travels only now seemed to be catching up with him. He was excited to be on familiar soil once more, but anxious at the same time. He hadn’t spoken with his siblings in so long, part of him was almost afraid to encounter them. But this was home, and the familiar sights and smells comforted him somewhat. Yet he couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place with how strongly the scent of the Valley pack clung to his fur.
The sun had fallen past the horizon shortly before Ehno arrived, darkness covering the land with the caress of a soft blanket. The land drifted into an eerie silence, as if all had hushed to witness his return to the pack of Dreamers. The male hated the silence, hated how it seemed to amplify each of his footsteps to echo far into the night. He simply wanted to slip in, wraith-like, just as he had left. He only wanted to steal up to his room, close his eyes and rest his weary mind and body. Despite how the night seemed determined to trumpet his arrival to the pack, Ehno slipped into the manor unnoticed. As he stepped into his room and dropped his worn travel bag to the floor, he noted that it remained unchanged. Only a thin layer of dust coated the room to reveal that time had continued to pass here without him.
He collapsed onto his bed, muscles tired and nerves abuzz with worry and anticipation. The Marino did his best to dismiss the worrisome thoughts that once again assuaged his mind. He closed his eyes and willed himself to drift into a peaceful sleep. It didn’t come. Instead he tossed about on his mattress, wide awake and no closer to sleep than he had been while he journeyed back home. The silence was deafening and the room was too empty. There was no Naniko in the room, or the four little puppies he had grown to love so much. He could not fall asleep without the gentle sounds of their breathing. He suddenly realized how very alone he was. But he shouldn’t have felt that way, not here in Crimson Dreams. Not here in his home.
Before he knew exactly what he was doing, he had already rolled out of bed and stole out into the hallway. His feet picked a familiar path to tread in the dark, gold eyes glinting in the dimmest lighting. Ehno reached his destination effortlessly, pausing in front of the closed door to the room his sister shared with her family. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but he suddenly froze, and after a moment his hand dropped back to his side. What the hell was he doing?
Home at last. It had been so long since Ehno stepped foot onto Crimson Dreams soil. The Italian male quietly slipped out of the lands what seemed like ages ago, determined to spend time in another pack where his children would be born. The time spent with those four little ones in the Valley seemed to go by so quickly, but he knew he could not remain there forever. The Marino journeyed almost non-stop from the eastern pack to get here and the weariness from his travels only now seemed to be catching up with him. He was excited to be on familiar soil once more, but anxious at the same time. He hadn’t spoken with his siblings in so long, part of him was almost afraid to encounter them. But this was home, and the familiar sights and smells comforted him somewhat. Yet he couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place with how strongly the scent of the Valley pack clung to his fur.
The sun had fallen past the horizon shortly before Ehno arrived, darkness covering the land with the caress of a soft blanket. The land drifted into an eerie silence, as if all had hushed to witness his return to the pack of Dreamers. The male hated the silence, hated how it seemed to amplify each of his footsteps to echo far into the night. He simply wanted to slip in, wraith-like, just as he had left. He only wanted to steal up to his room, close his eyes and rest his weary mind and body. Despite how the night seemed determined to trumpet his arrival to the pack, Ehno slipped into the manor unnoticed. As he stepped into his room and dropped his worn travel bag to the floor, he noted that it remained unchanged. Only a thin layer of dust coated the room to reveal that time had continued to pass here without him.
He collapsed onto his bed, muscles tired and nerves abuzz with worry and anticipation. The Marino did his best to dismiss the worrisome thoughts that once again assuaged his mind. He closed his eyes and willed himself to drift into a peaceful sleep. It didn’t come. Instead he tossed about on his mattress, wide awake and no closer to sleep than he had been while he journeyed back home. The silence was deafening and the room was too empty. There was no Naniko in the room, or the four little puppies he had grown to love so much. He could not fall asleep without the gentle sounds of their breathing. He suddenly realized how very alone he was. But he shouldn’t have felt that way, not here in Crimson Dreams. Not here in his home.
Before he knew exactly what he was doing, he had already rolled out of bed and stole out into the hallway. His feet picked a familiar path to tread in the dark, gold eyes glinting in the dimmest lighting. Ehno reached his destination effortlessly, pausing in front of the closed door to the room his sister shared with her family. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but he suddenly froze, and after a moment his hand dropped back to his side. What the hell was he doing?