Prime of his life

Niernan Stormbringer · 10-06-2012, 09:58 AM

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Sorry for the wait, brain has been having one massive freak out. / 703. 7 pts

The day was deceptively calm, an average day with average weather, just concealing the terrible storm to come. He had worries, he had plenty of worries for one so young, not even three and his brain refused to shut up. He worried about Grace and her progression through pregnancy, that brought him on to worrying about becoming a father, which sent him into a descending spiral of thought that often had him trying to convince himself that he would be a good father. Thinking of fathers made him wonder about his own, cogitating on how Brandr and Aracelle were doing back in the Solbjorg, his heart sinking as that only reminded him of the impending Dawnrunner attack on his old home. Would he lose his own father, a kind and caring wolf, at the same time as he became one himself? Would his parents know that they were soon to be grandparents, would they survive to find out? It's not like he could take a quick trip home to tell them, or to take the pups once they were born, it was a good 6 month trek across the country. He would never put young children through that, and he wasn't sure that he would feel all that comfortable leaving the pack for so long.

He sighed and shook his head, large ears flopping with motion. The violent shake took him a little off balance and he stumbled slightly, his legs flying out from underneath him. Ciaran, the dark furred tabby curled around his neck, yowled loudly as he bailed. The cat landed on the forest floor with a much more delicate thump than Niernan did, his body folding in on itself as he landed on his front paws. Nier landed on his hip, the bone hitting the mud with a dull thud. He rolled over and pushed himself up, groaning quietly to himself, Bloody useless, aren't ya? Can't even walk in a straight line for more than 5 minutes. Pull yaself together ya moron. He insulted himself as he straightened, brushing dirt and leaves off of his shorts and chest fur. It was as he stood that his nose caught the strange scent, a new wolf, someone he didn't recognise. He had a feeling they were pack, the pine and brine smell was there, but also he thought that no loner would be stupid enough to wander this far into a pack territory. He shrugged to himself and waited for Ciaran to scramble back up his body to curl around his throat again. He gave the cat a swift lick on the head and rumbled in Low Speech to his companion, Let's go check out this scent eh? Just in case. The cat nodded and purred in response, nuzzling against his friends face.

As Nier walked the cat kept his odd grey green eyes trained on his partner, worried about the wolf. He hadn't been his usual bubbly self recently and Ciaran was concerned. They were all excited and nervous about welcoming pups into the pack, Coli and Lilin already having had theirs, and Grace had had a hard time accepting the changes to her body. As far as the cat knew the she-wolf was getting used to it and coming around to the idea, she had told Nier as much when they had met the travelling trader sisters. For Ciaran that meant that the worrying should be over, but he knew that Nier found it hard to leave it at that. He was about to say something to Nier when the wolf stopped, his cerulean eyes trained on a white figure laid next to a ruined building.

The white figure came as somewhat of a shock to Nier, he hadn't expected to find the other so quickly, but after stepping out of the trees and finding the building he had come across the stranger. The man was wearing a skirt... Nier cocked his head to one side and contemplated that. He had never seen a male wear a skirt, he thought they were for females, but if this fella wanted to wear it he could. Nier stepped forwards, his voice breaking the peaceful silence of the clearing, Hey there, ya alright fella? He called.

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