barely surviving has become my purpose
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface
Adventure was afoot. Following a near compulsive urge that morning he had awoken and packed his bags, sneaking out without anyone noticing and made his way quickly and efficiently to Aniwaya borders, mounted upon Buck with his spear attached to the stallion's saddle and bag full off cluttered junk attached to the opposing side. With no set destination in mind he soon found himself wondering through Serena reserve and entering into the lands known as ethereal eclipse, stopping only to eat, drink, rest Buck and cater his basic needs, not bothering to speak to anyone that he scented nearby. A small part of him felt guilty for disappearing on his family once more, but whenever such thoughts crossed his mind he squashed them on the basis that this was his life, he was no longer a child whom needed to be coddled and controlled; he was more than capable of looking after himself. “It's only a short trip... mum wouldn't be mad at me. She has no reason to be mad at me... I can go where I want to” he spoke his thoughts allowed, frowning slightly and growing somewhat concerned about the potential trouble his little trip could get him into. “Right, Buck?” he asked the horse, not really expecting an answer; he's never bothered with low speech and the young lad was regretting his ignorance and disregard of the subject now.
Pulling lightly on the reigns, buck came to a halt and the boy slid free from the saddle, landing upon the ground with little grace. Swaying slightly on his feet he placed a hand against Buck's shoulder for support and steadied himself, stepping forward and stroking along the stallions neck and cheek, before moving away from the safety of his companion and casting his eyes around the land he now found himself in. “Wanna rest here for abit? Looks... safe enough” his asked the stallion, turning back to notice the horse staring back at him, tail flicking slightly. Resigned to the fact he'd get no input from the horse he sighed and moved back to the stallion and pulled his spear free from the saddle, twirling the weapon around in a childish manner before bringing himself into what he supposed was a fighting stance, trying to mimic the moves he'd seen others do before. With little success.
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