[p] seasons go and seasons come

Anatole Aston · 08-16-2012, 10:23 PM

[html]

He'll warm up. :3

As a scout, Anatole’s patrols often took him through the village. He himself did not live there, still uncomfortable in the huts, but respected the fact that others liked them. Today was one of the few days that had seen him in the village for a reason other than patrol—he had in fact just tried to ride “his” horse again. This had ultimately ended with him gripping her neck desperately and ending up dismounting quickly, ashamed and unwilling to look like a fool. Feeling disheartened and ridiculous he had decided to go sulk elsewhere.

This self-centered behavior was what led him, unwittingly, directly towards the pair. He had been moving on two legs, shoulders hunched and eyes on his feet, and not paying attention to his surroundings. Not until he smelled them did he realize his ears had led him there. Irritated and now feeling twice as foolish for clearly interrupting the pair, he drew to a sharp halt and folded his ears back. The mass of black raven’s hair around his head (something unkempt if only due to his lack of familiarity with this form) did little to hide his clear uncertainty of what, even now, was a group he clearly felt distanced from.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?