rolling stones

[Dreyrugr]

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So this was where they lived. The packlands were nice enough, he supposed, and he was certain his sister enjoyed rummaging through the old human ruins for priceless spare parts for her jewelry collection. The Stormbringer male had yet to run into anyone he now called packmate, but that was just fine with him. He'd never much been a social butterfly, always remaining the quiet soul on the outside, ever present, never included. Of course, he made things that way himself. He tended to keep quiet around those he didn't know well, and quite honestly being around a pack of strangers put him a little on edge. He had a good feeling it would take a long while for him to find anyone he could truly trust here, aside from his younger sister. Only time would tell.


Drey had spent most of the morning seeking out the little house Kol called home, a slight knot in his throat at the prospect of coming upon her roommate again. The tawny Koios girl had unnerved him as no other ever had, and he was heavily conflicted between avoiding her for the rest of his life and wanting to spend more time with her. His bachelor side pounded the former into his head, while something else tugged at the latter. He was torn, and decided for now to simply not do either, and let chance take the lead.


The house the two females shared had been empty when he'd arrived, and he'd taken it upon himself to let himself in. He knew Kol wouldn't mind, and he intelligently avoided the areas of the building that smelled overwhelmingly of Alexey. It was odd for him to have the courtesy to avoid the girl's private areas, as he usually couldn't care less about barging into some other female's domicile. But Alexey was different to him, and he found himself skirting her territory out of a rare feeling of respect for her.


After helping himself to some left over rabbit Kol had stashed in her bedroom, the scarlet-tinged male now sat in his optime form on the front steps of the little house, his emerald eyes looking out over the cemetery. It was a strange place to choose one's den, here amongst the forgotten dead of a species exterminated by their own hand, but he had to admit there was something oddly peaceful about the graveyard. Most of the tombstones were crumbled and covered in vines, Nature staking her ultimate claim in the scheme of things. It added a bit of renewed life to the place of death, and the male had to admit he was becoming fond of the atmosphere it created.

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