SSWM:635
The sea waves felt great against his leg that was eaten away by the arthritis. Something about the cold water and the sudden impact of the cold waves helped take the pain away from his shoulder and joints. He closed his eyes as his body was rocked back and forth, he sighed softly like a child was being rocked back and forth in their mother’s arm while nursing upon her tit, enjoying the warm sweet milk from their mother’s body. Noah yawned, he wished he had grew up to be more like his brother, strong without the scars on his body, able to talk right and even had taken him a female before the silver beaten male took off for a new life.
So caught up in his own life and his own thoughts that the male was foolish enough to let his guard down and allow anyone to see him being rocked into a twilight sleep by ice cold waters. Anyone could walk up push his head under the water and hold it there until his lungs could no longer hold his breath and he would be forced to die, but Noah did not fear that anyone would kill him under the water well in these lands or pack. Maybe back at Unwritten sure he would not put it past his own father. As sad as that was he knew that was just how it was.
The sound of Jefferson’s voice spooked him, his eyes jolted open as his head snapped up looking at the tall leader. Quickly scrambling to his feet the male actions where that of a scared cat. Quickly bowing down to the brown and cream male as he shifted around taking the weight off his shoulder that he was trying to treat. ”Sire!” Noah knew that Jefferson did not like him how submissive he was, however it was his nature to show respect to any one as long as they had the right to it. Which, was just about anyone so far that he had the honor of meeting in these lands. The words that came out of the male’s mouth next got Noah, thinking about him? Did he not have enough on his plate with being a leader, a father; a mate and the numbers of pack that where coming into play taking away the neutral lands that they had. Did he not worry that with the rate of growth that the Valley would have to fight for what land they did have? Noah lifted his head up a bit as he looked to the Patriarch as he tried not to allow the surprise to show in his eye. ”Oh?” Really having Jefferson thinking about his did surprise him.
Bringing his body up the male kept his head low as he shook the water off his coat. ”But I fuh..fuh…fuh he…fear that I muh..muh..might fall to be tuh..tuh..tihme. Drugs, Drinking. I du..dun…don’t want to buh..buh…be them. I want tu…to be better th..the…thunem…them. Foolish? Maybe.” The male hated that he just put that upon the brown male’s shoulders but he was the leader to these lands and knew his mother and father, in more of their better times. If Jefferson had any idea how badly Noah did not want to be them and had any idea what Noah could do not to be them, he would take it. He wanted to be just another male that just blended in with the rest of the pack, he did not want to be the fool who feel away to drinking and jacking up his arms with the drugs. Much like his father and mother had, he also did not want to be an addicted to sex like his mother. But that would mean having sex; he was waiting on that special one.