07-04-2011, 05:52 PM
(pre dated to the 6th)
He had arrived that morning at the site of his home, the two story home that had been his when this territory was claimed by the once famed pack of Dahlia de Mai. It didn’t feel the same as it was though, knowing that the land had been desolated and devoid of a pack. Already he had looked upon the changes, where wild life had come back to take over the once civilized land. No he had left InH and had returned to the only place that had been as close to home as he knew it and now he was alone. Truly and in every sense of the word alone and he guessed it was better this way. No silly alpha’s to give him orders, or border patrols or accepting new members, freedom in a sense to where he could do as he pleased and didn’t have to answer to anyone either.
He took stock of his home, knowing he had left a majority of things here, knowing he’d return when he had said he’d go with them. It was easier this way, easier to be left alone than to deal with a parade of concerned pack members asking him to go. So he did what any free man would do with no responsibilities, he plopped down on his front porch, several bottles of wine that had been tucked away in the basement, and proceded to go about doing nothing but lazily sitting back and enjoying the early summer day, completely alone, and in some ways, depressed.
He had arrived that morning at the site of his home, the two story home that had been his when this territory was claimed by the once famed pack of Dahlia de Mai. It didn’t feel the same as it was though, knowing that the land had been desolated and devoid of a pack. Already he had looked upon the changes, where wild life had come back to take over the once civilized land. No he had left InH and had returned to the only place that had been as close to home as he knew it and now he was alone. Truly and in every sense of the word alone and he guessed it was better this way. No silly alpha’s to give him orders, or border patrols or accepting new members, freedom in a sense to where he could do as he pleased and didn’t have to answer to anyone either.
He took stock of his home, knowing he had left a majority of things here, knowing he’d return when he had said he’d go with them. It was easier this way, easier to be left alone than to deal with a parade of concerned pack members asking him to go. So he did what any free man would do with no responsibilities, he plopped down on his front porch, several bottles of wine that had been tucked away in the basement, and proceded to go about doing nothing but lazily sitting back and enjoying the early summer day, completely alone, and in some ways, depressed.