04-28-2012, 06:11 PM
He was home in Nova Scotia, in land claimed by his father, in a pack created by his father for one purpose alone. To protect and serve. It was a true knight pack, and Aro was beyond excited. He had to familiarize himself with the land, the members and also the new packs that had turned up. He needed to know who they were neutral with and who were allies. He felt that the pack should probably be friendly with all the packs, one never knew when even the dark packs could be wrongly scorn. Still, perhaps those packs deserved it, that would be up to his father and whoever else was leading beside him.
A small thought crossed his mind and Aro didn't want to think about it. Still, it popped up many times since his parents separation and, frankly, he didn't want to know. He couldn't picture his father with anyone else except his mother. I mean, he really couldn't blame his father, she did overact..but not the first time she had. He remembered when he was gone for a whole night...hell. That's what that was, hell.
The young Marino decided it was break time, and he found a nice pine to rest near, utilizing the shade it offered. It was a little past midday and sleep was nagging at him. A large yawn burst from his muzzle and he thought it wouldn't be bad to nap. Laying back, he folded his arms behind his head, his sword laying attached to his belt. He never wore anything else besides the belt, sheath, and sword. For some odd reason he liked the freedom being without cloths offered. Odd, but hell no one ever gave him a hard time...he was an animal after all.
His eyes watched the large marshmallow clouds roll by, his lids becoming heavy and soon closed. Sleep carried him away to a world without reason, or the reality of physics.
A small thought crossed his mind and Aro didn't want to think about it. Still, it popped up many times since his parents separation and, frankly, he didn't want to know. He couldn't picture his father with anyone else except his mother. I mean, he really couldn't blame his father, she did overact..but not the first time she had. He remembered when he was gone for a whole night...hell. That's what that was, hell.
The young Marino decided it was break time, and he found a nice pine to rest near, utilizing the shade it offered. It was a little past midday and sleep was nagging at him. A large yawn burst from his muzzle and he thought it wouldn't be bad to nap. Laying back, he folded his arms behind his head, his sword laying attached to his belt. He never wore anything else besides the belt, sheath, and sword. For some odd reason he liked the freedom being without cloths offered. Odd, but hell no one ever gave him a hard time...he was an animal after all.
His eyes watched the large marshmallow clouds roll by, his lids becoming heavy and soon closed. Sleep carried him away to a world without reason, or the reality of physics.