(its a helmet) ;D
No, the masked tree named pup was not leader and it was not his nature to become one. Destiny was not something that Alder thought of often if at all, and so he did not look to the future and wonder what was meant for him. He lived in this moment and focused on the now just as every youngster would. Wouldn’t he just live in Crimson Dreams forever? He was sure (if one was to ask him to think of it) that he would sleep in his mother’s room, stay beside her, and be with his family until his days were done. He didn’t understand that things changed, drastically and to the point where they would never feel the same because inside they had been altered.
Alder watched as the door was pushed open, his curiosity too great for him to even look back to see the face of his big brother. The light came into view, and his blue eyes looked up to see the things that had been left in the room. He thought it large, massive compared to the smaller rooms of the Manor. But it was not the largest in the castle, almost a large hallway that was longer then wide. He sniffed the air, fear making him hesitate but curiosity making his paws step forward.
There were small windows on one side, placed high on the wall; their glass broken and the shards blow away long ago by winters of old. His tail was low, cautious as he moved forward to see the old broken bench that was likely set on one wall, and the pegs that jutted from the wall above. There was not much left, and the things that still hung were covered in dust. Leather straps, an empty quiver, a single glove that only a human could fit in was left on the floor. His black nose sniffed at it, but the scent of the wearer was long gone.
Blue eyes looked up slightly, his gaze caught by a shining light. Beneath the bench, who only had two legs attached while two other broken and making the seat slanted, was something round and the pup backed up and looked at the Knight-brother. Theres something under there. He whispered, like the ghosts of the man who had prepared for battle and gathered their gear in the very room they stood in would notice their presence.
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