Post by Ares on Jan 1, 2016 4:08:27 GMT -5
Ares had settled into a routine.
Though the hulking Dire had only been on Ina’mos for a short time now, it had not taken him long to scout the territory, taking note of which areas were heavily populated and which were not. Though he had not officially introduced himself to anyone other than the Emperor, he’d certainly encountered a large number of his pack mates in passing. It was inevitable, he’d found, for Kairos was massive in number. Everywhere he’d gone, there had been curious gazes, for it had swiftly become apparent that a large number of the wolves inhabiting Ina’mos were related in some shape or form, and so because Ares was not, he was different. Not that he’d minded; he’d taken to flashing his winning grin (in his own humble opinion) to anyone whose stares lingered upon him. But after several days of this, he’d found somewhere that was not as heavily populated as other areas – the swamp.
So it was that Ares rose each morning, picking his way carefully from the sprawling caverns where he’d found a secluded spot near the entrance. He would wander to the shores first, where he would plunge into the icy depths of the ocean for a brief swim, emerging smelling of salt with his blood singing in his veins. Then he would hunt, if the huntresses had not beaten him to it. He’d been assigned a position of Vanguard due to his size, and while normally he might be content to leave the huntresses to their duties, there were other days when he simply wished to feel the earth shuddering beneath his paws as he lunged after a doe, or a hare.
When he’d managed to curb some of his restless energy, he would then migrate to the swamp, where he found himself on one particularly cold winter morning. Picking his way around the murky patches, Ares weaved between the gnarled tree trunks, his red-hued pelt standing out in the dimness of his surroundings. Around a now-familiar log he went, two steps forward, and then…
He stopped as he entered the clearing, a place he’d discovered on his second visit to the swamp. He favored it not only because of its semi-dry foliage, but also because it was far enough away from the green-tinged water that he was safe from lurking crocodiles, but near enough that he could still catch the sight of the liquid rippling from time to time. With a hearty sigh, he settled on a bed of moss and allowed his thoughts to wander. He was swiftly becoming accustomed to his home, falling into the steady rhythm of pack-life. He’d known from the moment he’d heard of Kairos that he wished to join their ranks, and yet still Ares found himself surprised by how well he seemed to fit in.
