07-05-2010, 06:08 AM
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The young leader has settled in the well used yard outside the crowded house he and many more called home. The sound of life seemed never to settle, though as evening matured there would fall a temporary peace over Wolfville. Life had turned hectic despite summer’s silent promise of longer, lazier days. The amount of orphans was worrying, because none of them were his own. Some way or the other, though, most of them were kin, and regardless Conor could never abandon a child. He had friends to support and help with the responsibility, and things had eased up once Bris had joined the little family, though more children had arrived with her. It was a life well worth living, and though it was not perfect, Conor was happy. He hoped the rest of them were as well.
Fingers brushed the soft, darkened area under his lavender eyes. Early, though obvious signs of exhaustion, were starting to make their appearance. He did not have as much energy as he believed he once had, but he could not think of anything that could ease on the work load. Sleep was rarely an issue, though he seldom seemed to get the proper energy refill. Perhaps it was the added pressure of leadership and maturity. Did this prove him to be weak? He cringed from the thought, as he wanted to take care of his pack and his own as well as possible. He had found outdated pills designed to solve issues like these, but he knew a path of use could be treacherous and was not about to risk anything for some extra energy. The thoughts were pushed away firmly and the male closed his eyes, seated form weary as his mind.
Table by Veronica
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The young leader has settled in the well used yard outside the crowded house he and many more called home. The sound of life seemed never to settle, though as evening matured there would fall a temporary peace over Wolfville. Life had turned hectic despite summer’s silent promise of longer, lazier days. The amount of orphans was worrying, because none of them were his own. Some way or the other, though, most of them were kin, and regardless Conor could never abandon a child. He had friends to support and help with the responsibility, and things had eased up once Bris had joined the little family, though more children had arrived with her. It was a life well worth living, and though it was not perfect, Conor was happy. He hoped the rest of them were as well.
Fingers brushed the soft, darkened area under his lavender eyes. Early, though obvious signs of exhaustion, were starting to make their appearance. He did not have as much energy as he believed he once had, but he could not think of anything that could ease on the work load. Sleep was rarely an issue, though he seldom seemed to get the proper energy refill. Perhaps it was the added pressure of leadership and maturity. Did this prove him to be weak? He cringed from the thought, as he wanted to take care of his pack and his own as well as possible. He had found outdated pills designed to solve issues like these, but he knew a path of use could be treacherous and was not about to risk anything for some extra energy. The thoughts were pushed away firmly and the male closed his eyes, seated form weary as his mind.