04-02-2009, 09:53 PM
Peace, That was what he sought…at least for now. Usually chaos was the first thing on Legion’s mind, but when varied things permeated his thoughts into a jumble, his first reaction was often to seek solitude. The unexpected discovery of a Stormbringer had been enough to set his mind reeling. It…complicated things. It was a good deal of fun, yes, but it also meant his past was following him in a way he hadn’t expected.
Oh yes, his clan was not the kindest in dealing with its members, and even less so when dealing with the Stormbringers. It was an age old feud. He knew the reasoning for it, but part of him thought of it as a battle forever in the past that the future generations were needlessly dragged into. Originally, he was brainwashed into believing only his pack’s side. Training had been harsh, and many of the smaller scars he bore were from his own kin. However, the view wasn’t helped much by the Stormbringers. His larger scars were received from them. For as much as they touted their righteousness, they, too, had picked battles with his side…though he little spoke of how his scars had been received.
It was only after time spent reading and meditating that he’d begun to think outside the box, for himself. Even now he was still struggling with a change in perspective. But his thoughts meandered, and he wondered how they could all be so blind, fighting the war of their fathers, not their own. It gnawed at him, not knowing what view to take. Part of him wanted to patch up the differences, but one wolf could not do that, and just as easily, one wolf could tear apart an uneasy truce. He snorted at the seeming uselessness of trying.
At least here in the forest it was quiet, with only the trees to bear the brunt of a frustrated fury, digging his long luperci claws into the wood, then leaning his furred white brow against it in futility, a low snarl emitting from his throat. He actually preferred nature’s solitude when in moods like this. Any other time, he’d be fine exploring and looting the houses, but being alone in deserted human cities while in deep thought often made him uneasy. It was like the spirits of the lost were watching him from the dirty windows, and never availed to quell the storms in his heart.
Ah, what his pack members would do to see him like this…
Oh yes, his clan was not the kindest in dealing with its members, and even less so when dealing with the Stormbringers. It was an age old feud. He knew the reasoning for it, but part of him thought of it as a battle forever in the past that the future generations were needlessly dragged into. Originally, he was brainwashed into believing only his pack’s side. Training had been harsh, and many of the smaller scars he bore were from his own kin. However, the view wasn’t helped much by the Stormbringers. His larger scars were received from them. For as much as they touted their righteousness, they, too, had picked battles with his side…though he little spoke of how his scars had been received.
It was only after time spent reading and meditating that he’d begun to think outside the box, for himself. Even now he was still struggling with a change in perspective. But his thoughts meandered, and he wondered how they could all be so blind, fighting the war of their fathers, not their own. It gnawed at him, not knowing what view to take. Part of him wanted to patch up the differences, but one wolf could not do that, and just as easily, one wolf could tear apart an uneasy truce. He snorted at the seeming uselessness of trying.
At least here in the forest it was quiet, with only the trees to bear the brunt of a frustrated fury, digging his long luperci claws into the wood, then leaning his furred white brow against it in futility, a low snarl emitting from his throat. He actually preferred nature’s solitude when in moods like this. Any other time, he’d be fine exploring and looting the houses, but being alone in deserted human cities while in deep thought often made him uneasy. It was like the spirits of the lost were watching him from the dirty windows, and never availed to quell the storms in his heart.
Ah, what his pack members would do to see him like this…