08-02-2011, 12:45 AM
[html]
[/html]
HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
For Ravesque. Derpy starting post. :x
Jackson had enjoyed a lengthy romp across the vast lands to the west. It had felt like ages since he had taken the time to travel so far, the last time being when he was just a small pup, following an associate of his father’s here all the way from New Brunswick. The hybrid hardly remembered that first journey of his, so he hardly knew what to expect when he’d wandered off this time. Sure, he’d gotten a taste of just how many packs were populating the region, but there had been so much mindless travelling that by the time he’d begun making his way back home, he was sick and tired of walking. He’d had his fill of the great unknown, and now it was time to get back to work.
The youth set out that morning intending to gather some firewood. He ventured out to the valley lowlands, making his way to the familiar forest that populated it. At some point his mission seemed to become forgotten, and he wound up wandering through the old sawmill for a time. He approached one of the old buildings, cerulean gaze examining the door that hung at an awkward angle on rusted hinges. He took a few more steps toward it, curious as to what might be hiding inside. But then he hesitated, glancing around the remains of the sawmill. Right, he was out here to look for proper fire-nurturing wood, not wandering about like some bored little child. He needed to stop getting himself distracted. With a sigh, he turned and marched himself back into the forest.
Jackson had enjoyed a lengthy romp across the vast lands to the west. It had felt like ages since he had taken the time to travel so far, the last time being when he was just a small pup, following an associate of his father’s here all the way from New Brunswick. The hybrid hardly remembered that first journey of his, so he hardly knew what to expect when he’d wandered off this time. Sure, he’d gotten a taste of just how many packs were populating the region, but there had been so much mindless travelling that by the time he’d begun making his way back home, he was sick and tired of walking. He’d had his fill of the great unknown, and now it was time to get back to work.
The youth set out that morning intending to gather some firewood. He ventured out to the valley lowlands, making his way to the familiar forest that populated it. At some point his mission seemed to become forgotten, and he wound up wandering through the old sawmill for a time. He approached one of the old buildings, cerulean gaze examining the door that hung at an awkward angle on rusted hinges. He took a few more steps toward it, curious as to what might be hiding inside. But then he hesitated, glancing around the remains of the sawmill. Right, he was out here to look for proper fire-nurturing wood, not wandering about like some bored little child. He needed to stop getting himself distracted. With a sigh, he turned and marched himself back into the forest.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM