Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2013 14:09:58 GMT -5
It wasn't as hot as it had been the last few weeks, something that the ginger pelted lupine was grateful for. He didn't like the heat. Being as canines could not sweat, the heat could be rather bothersome when it started to get up into the nineties and one hundreds. He preferred autumn and spring, when it wasn't too hot or too cold. Ironically enough, they were also the seasons when life ended and new life began. He huffed, placing a paw over his eyes as he laid sprawled out under a tree, hidden amongst the bushes and large roots of the foliage. Was that a sign of his insanity, enjoying two things that contradicted one another? The three year old sighed, blue eyes closed beneath his heavy, padded paw, a frown on his lips as he tried to focus on the sounds of the forest instead of the noise inside his head. It could be rather difficult for him to do. There seemed to be a constant buzzing in his ears, constant noise, that got louder and louder the more he tried to ignore it. There was no real way to get away from it. He'd tried to outrun the noise before and that had resulted only in him becoming too exhausted to resist the noise and the voices, too tired to walk away from the images that danced across his eyes.
At least Sky was with him, usually. The giant, white she-wolf was someone only he could see, he knew that she wasn't real, and rarely spoke unless she had something important to say, but Blade enjoyed her presence. It got lonely out here, with no one to talk to, no one to befriend, but he knew that it was much too dangerous for him to have friends. He would never be able to join a pack. Only the insane like himself would allow a monster into their ranks. That's all he was. A monster. But he was a monster with a heart that had the softness of his mother, though it was hidden by the darkness he had inherited from his father. A growl peeled from his lips as his body tensed, images of his father flickering past his eyes. How he hated that man... The only thing he felt toward the other brute was hate and rage. His mother... his mother he loved. Or he thought he loved. Could he love? Was he capable of feeling such emotions as love? He didn't know... and he would never allow himself a chance to find out.
ooc: this is open to anyone! hope you enjoy my crazy boy <3