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backdated to the 30th of December
Strel curled up in his nest, staring at the blank wall. He wanted to get it painted, but had yet to go with Mati to get the material to color his home. Sighing, he turned over in the bed, wondering just when he was planning to get something to eat for himself. It was getting later in the evening, dark even from what the light, or lack there of, in his window told him. He had lain down around the beginning of afternoon, having exhausted things to do for the day. There was no muse to really sew anything, and the lack of a terribly large variety of usable cloth made that even more difficult. Letting another sigh escape him, the redhead pulled himself up out of the bed. Sort of kicking the pile, he let it resume its usual form as a mountain instead of a volcano.
There was nothing in the kitchen so he figured he could always go outside and catch himself an animal. But that would require patience, and besides, mostly everything would be asleep now. What was the point? Strel left the kitchen, going into a room off the main hallway. He plopped himself down the couch after finding the bottle he had hidden in the room. The glass was warped and unique, definitely not something that a human had made in their most recent bottles. Rurik had given him this bottle as a free sample when they had met. Strel had confessed of his dilemma and received the vodka, though the next bottles would cost a trade. He had gotten drunk then, having tried some of the stuff the silver wolf kept on him in a flask thing.
Gently setting the bottle on the table, he shifted his body to rest on the couch. Strel's life had taken such a weird turn in this pack. He was no longer the weirdest one in a pack. There were just as strange people wondering around, and quite frankly, it was nice not having an alpha always make sure someone knew where he went. There was so much more freedom in this whole goddamn area. Thank god he had left his old pack. Thank god. Though there were some changes that could have been done without. Like the situation with Leroy. Now that was just a little confusing, and bothersome. He never had that kind of relationship, and he wanted one that meant something different. Beggars can't be choosers if the begging is not their choosing after all.
backdated to the 30th of December
Strel curled up in his nest, staring at the blank wall. He wanted to get it painted, but had yet to go with Mati to get the material to color his home. Sighing, he turned over in the bed, wondering just when he was planning to get something to eat for himself. It was getting later in the evening, dark even from what the light, or lack there of, in his window told him. He had lain down around the beginning of afternoon, having exhausted things to do for the day. There was no muse to really sew anything, and the lack of a terribly large variety of usable cloth made that even more difficult. Letting another sigh escape him, the redhead pulled himself up out of the bed. Sort of kicking the pile, he let it resume its usual form as a mountain instead of a volcano.
There was nothing in the kitchen so he figured he could always go outside and catch himself an animal. But that would require patience, and besides, mostly everything would be asleep now. What was the point? Strel left the kitchen, going into a room off the main hallway. He plopped himself down the couch after finding the bottle he had hidden in the room. The glass was warped and unique, definitely not something that a human had made in their most recent bottles. Rurik had given him this bottle as a free sample when they had met. Strel had confessed of his dilemma and received the vodka, though the next bottles would cost a trade. He had gotten drunk then, having tried some of the stuff the silver wolf kept on him in a flask thing.
Gently setting the bottle on the table, he shifted his body to rest on the couch. Strel's life had taken such a weird turn in this pack. He was no longer the weirdest one in a pack. There were just as strange people wondering around, and quite frankly, it was nice not having an alpha always make sure someone knew where he went. There was so much more freedom in this whole goddamn area. Thank god he had left his old pack. Thank god. Though there were some changes that could have been done without. Like the situation with Leroy. Now that was just a little confusing, and bothersome. He never had that kind of relationship, and he wanted one that meant something different. Beggars can't be choosers if the begging is not their choosing after all.