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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, drug usage or extremely offensive material starting with the 6th post. Reader discretion is advised. |
Aro was making the biggest leap in his life. He had stood at the edge of Crimson Dreams a pack he found in the manor loosely slung onto his back, and stared out of the territory as the sun shown its full girth over the land. This time was different. He didn't intend to come back right away. This time he'd be out for a few days, maybe a week. He wanted to explore, he wanted to know the lands. His mission was to learn about all the other territories, he was tired of being told about them, being told of how they were. He was ready to see it for himself. He looked down as he took one step out letting it sink in. Here he goes! Here he went! The youth took off, he ran! He wanted to be out of sight of Crimson, once it was out of sight, once it was no longer able to be smelled then he'd slow down, then he'd stop and take a breath. He ran through Shiloh hills feeling his lungs burn his muscles burn, it was when he got to the tip of Etheral Eclipse that he slowed down. He had to, his body hurt, but he felt so free! So exciting. He had know layout, no real plan just a goal. He stopped flopping over to the ground right at the edge of Shiloh and Etheral taking in a sharp breath feeling the burn. His blue eyes looking up to the clear fall sky a grin on his face. He tried to remember the conversation with his father, the look on his father's face when he finally said what he was going to do.It was hard to have that conversation with his mother, she was so protective, so smothering with rules and fears. Plus with her pregnancy there was no damn way he planned on saying anything to her. She'd strangle him--well probably not, but he wouldn't put it beyond her right now. Their relationship was still tender, but at least he'd said sorry and that was all that mattered.
Taking in another large sigh he stood up and went back to moving, he could smell another pack. It was their neighbor..what was their name? He had to think for a moment before it finally it him Cour..des something or another..some frenchie like name or something. Oh well, he wanted to run through all the neutral lands before he would meet with packs. He moved around the scent not wanting to get near the borders. He wasn't sure if they were friendly or not, he was sure he'd run into some unfriendly faces. Maybe he'd get some battle scars! That would be hot, maybe impress a female with them. His heart raced with all the excitement of his adventure he was on. A quest! Maybe he'd return a hero, a true knight! He was going to put his strength, endurance, mind, and spirit to the test. Already his senses were being tested as he realized just how big Cour des...whatever was as he walked around it finding maybe he should have just snuck through it, but that would have surely been dangerous, and rude of him. Already his family had to deal with a rude intruder no need to bring that burden on another. His parents taught him way better than that and he wouldn't bring shame to the Marino or Knight name.
It was nearing sunset by time he came to the Shattered coast and his hunger was outrageous. His stomach was strangling his throat and he could hear the sound of the water crashing to the coast. "Hmm!" He exclaimed as he thought about fish. He went stick hunting, trying to find the best stick to use. Managing that he then sat upon a good sitting rock picking up a stone and beginning to shape the end into a spear, a daunting task, but it would pay off. The tuxedo black and white youth went into the chilly water then realized he still had the pack on his shoulder, taking it off he flung it to the beach before he began his task of fishing. He soon found out that the fish had a lot more room for escape than a stream or slow moving river, but he pulled it off with patience. He didn't stop until he had five fish, none the same either. Looking to his stick where he had them stuck in a row he smiled, "Variety..who could beat that!" Coming to the beach he laid the fish down on a nice flat rock and went to fetch his pack bringing it back and leaned it to the flat rock. "Now I must fetch some wood my little delicacies!" he laughed talking to the fish he caught.
Aro lounged back upon the rock as he looked to the fire he had made, his arms up, hands folded behind his head. He watched as he cooked the fish he made a smile of achievement on his muzzle. "This was the life..." He breathed in the smell of cooked fish and closed his eyes letting out a low, "mmmm..." His mouth watering in anticipation.