12-20-2008, 05:24 PM
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He wasn't really well enough to leave the den. But if nothing else, Lubomir was a stubborn one. He had left slowly, his bones aching dully. He could tell that Mew would not be pleased, but any more time cloistered and he could swear he would go mad. It seemed a good enough time to go and find his way around again. New packs might have sprung up. Perhaps he would find Pilot or Tayui again. Or his coyote friend, his book loving intellectual.
Leaving behind Dahlia, the grey male travelled towards Inferni. He didn't really know why he was going that way. He had no intention to get himself killed, not now that Skoll was dead. No one would help him. He could feel his heart clenching against the pain, and he quickly shut his mind to the memory. The forest was quiet, so quiet. Sleet fell slowly from the sky and Lubomir raised his muzzle towards the drizzle, welcoming the cool sensations after the stifling heat of the den. He sat on his haunches and stared towards the wastes of the Inferni. The grey male could not regret returning. Outside of Dahlia, there was nothing for him.
Save death.
He wasn't really well enough to leave the den. But if nothing else, Lubomir was a stubborn one. He had left slowly, his bones aching dully. He could tell that Mew would not be pleased, but any more time cloistered and he could swear he would go mad. It seemed a good enough time to go and find his way around again. New packs might have sprung up. Perhaps he would find Pilot or Tayui again. Or his coyote friend, his book loving intellectual.
Leaving behind Dahlia, the grey male travelled towards Inferni. He didn't really know why he was going that way. He had no intention to get himself killed, not now that Skoll was dead. No one would help him. He could feel his heart clenching against the pain, and he quickly shut his mind to the memory. The forest was quiet, so quiet. Sleet fell slowly from the sky and Lubomir raised his muzzle towards the drizzle, welcoming the cool sensations after the stifling heat of the den. He sat on his haunches and stared towards the wastes of the Inferni. The grey male could not regret returning. Outside of Dahlia, there was nothing for him.
Save death.