07-18-2011, 11:52 PM
The acrid air of the northern lands always bugged him, even the air in Ichika had been hard for him to breathe. Not that it necessarily carried any sort of difference than any other air in this strange land but just never felt like home. Nostrils flared in annoyance before he stopped the massive horse for a moment. A loud irritated snort escaped the beasts nose mirroring his rider. Just what the hell was the man doing up here anyway, his trail was leading toward where Saul, Nayru and all of them had left to join that farce of a pack. Was he being called up there for some reason? Nothing made sense to him anymore except his horse, his armor, and his abilities as a warrior. But his glaring inept abilities toward friendship, fatherhood and attachment ran very deep. Forlorn hung to him like a sickness, and it did him no good to contemplate on all the shit he'd fucked up in his life.
It all started back where he had came from, home, he had royally messed that up. He could have had it all, could have lead his own pack, could still be with his family, but no he had self destructed. Saluce had done it to himself after all, had done it again in Dahlia and now he had left Nayru, his adopted son and the rest of them to their fate, in their self proclaimed promise land.
The air around him seemed tense, no creature wanted to stir around him. No one would be stupid enough to blatantly attack him as he stared up at the mountain range. Blue hues looking at the crests, knowing all he had to do was climb back over those mountains and let loose a long howl and he'd find his family there waiting for him once again. But no such action transpired, he slumped back down on his horse turning away from the infamous mountain range, urging his horse back south. South toward his self imposed prison, toward a way of life he had known but found no pleasure in anymore. His home had always been a lonely one in Dahlia, but that wasn't the case whenever he left it. He had once been surrounded by what he had called his family in all directions. The loneliness was easy to deal with then, knowing Nayru or Saul would be about somewhere. But if Conor's absence had drove home the inevitable it was when Nayru told him of her plans that had cut the deepest. He should have just burnt it all to the ground, every last building, grape vine, every last piece of existence that he had known because that would have been easier than seeing the empty buildings. Nothing cut as hard and as deep still than seeing Conor's home in shambles, his repairs had failed, the roof had fallen back in after they had left. He had spent many nights laying in the bed he had once been nursed back to health in. Replaying vivid imagines of Bris, Conor, and all the children running around. They hadn't been his back then, hadn't been apart of him, but they had slowly webbed their way in.
Nayru had in a sense broke his heart, ripping away the meaning to the land that had meant more to him than he had ever let on. What he had found in Dahlia was a land that reminded him of Normandy and then the family he once had, and the father he still missed. But just like then it had all been torn from him, nothing left but empty buildings and memories. Why did Nayru have to always move forward and not respect the past.
It didn't matter, his horse trotted along, the smooth rhythm of hoof beats thumping the ground, thump thump thump, before a interesting scent crossed his nose. The smell of burnt leaves and wood burning in the wind and a bit of something else too. The males nose was good almost too good at times, the aroma carried with it hints of another wolf. Maybe even a female, oh he was at the whims of his nose at times, and how the thought of company seemed to stir him from his bout of loneliness and depression. So he did what any bachelor would do, he steered his horse in the direction of the scent.
It wasn't until he reached the small little clearing that he actually spied her, looking at the faint orange glow of the dark lady sitting against the tree. He didn't initially see what she was doing but he smelled blood and wondered if she was hurt, but he also scented alcohol as well. He studied for a moment in quiet, having tied up his horse a bit away as to not expose the great beast to a hostile enemy. Blues focused in, narrowing before a look of shock appeared across the behemoths face. She was cutting herself!
It happened quickly his form stormed through the brush, making a bee line to her. Wanting to know just why a beautiful looking woman would be doing such a thing.
“Just what are you doing!?” he breathed out look at her in better light now.
It all started back where he had came from, home, he had royally messed that up. He could have had it all, could have lead his own pack, could still be with his family, but no he had self destructed. Saluce had done it to himself after all, had done it again in Dahlia and now he had left Nayru, his adopted son and the rest of them to their fate, in their self proclaimed promise land.
The air around him seemed tense, no creature wanted to stir around him. No one would be stupid enough to blatantly attack him as he stared up at the mountain range. Blue hues looking at the crests, knowing all he had to do was climb back over those mountains and let loose a long howl and he'd find his family there waiting for him once again. But no such action transpired, he slumped back down on his horse turning away from the infamous mountain range, urging his horse back south. South toward his self imposed prison, toward a way of life he had known but found no pleasure in anymore. His home had always been a lonely one in Dahlia, but that wasn't the case whenever he left it. He had once been surrounded by what he had called his family in all directions. The loneliness was easy to deal with then, knowing Nayru or Saul would be about somewhere. But if Conor's absence had drove home the inevitable it was when Nayru told him of her plans that had cut the deepest. He should have just burnt it all to the ground, every last building, grape vine, every last piece of existence that he had known because that would have been easier than seeing the empty buildings. Nothing cut as hard and as deep still than seeing Conor's home in shambles, his repairs had failed, the roof had fallen back in after they had left. He had spent many nights laying in the bed he had once been nursed back to health in. Replaying vivid imagines of Bris, Conor, and all the children running around. They hadn't been his back then, hadn't been apart of him, but they had slowly webbed their way in.
Nayru had in a sense broke his heart, ripping away the meaning to the land that had meant more to him than he had ever let on. What he had found in Dahlia was a land that reminded him of Normandy and then the family he once had, and the father he still missed. But just like then it had all been torn from him, nothing left but empty buildings and memories. Why did Nayru have to always move forward and not respect the past.
It didn't matter, his horse trotted along, the smooth rhythm of hoof beats thumping the ground, thump thump thump, before a interesting scent crossed his nose. The smell of burnt leaves and wood burning in the wind and a bit of something else too. The males nose was good almost too good at times, the aroma carried with it hints of another wolf. Maybe even a female, oh he was at the whims of his nose at times, and how the thought of company seemed to stir him from his bout of loneliness and depression. So he did what any bachelor would do, he steered his horse in the direction of the scent.
It wasn't until he reached the small little clearing that he actually spied her, looking at the faint orange glow of the dark lady sitting against the tree. He didn't initially see what she was doing but he smelled blood and wondered if she was hurt, but he also scented alcohol as well. He studied for a moment in quiet, having tied up his horse a bit away as to not expose the great beast to a hostile enemy. Blues focused in, narrowing before a look of shock appeared across the behemoths face. She was cutting herself!
It happened quickly his form stormed through the brush, making a bee line to her. Wanting to know just why a beautiful looking woman would be doing such a thing.
“Just what are you doing!?” he breathed out look at her in better light now.