Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 23:20:00 GMT -5
Cream colored paws drummed against the ground quieter than they had in the past. When he had played in the shades of Kalus's Point months ago he had been noisy, clumsy. Now, the brute had grown up significantly, both in size and coordination. The lone son of Sarin had become quite a handsome looking brute; although, he was still confused as to why his coloration varied so greatly from that of his sisters and parents. Zofia was white, which was quite a contrast - but his pelt was a significantly different hue. There were flecks of brown and nearly russet tones scattered amongst the cream. Atlas growled slowly to himself, there was nothing wrong with him. His mother had always loved him and his sisters never seemed too distant from him. Or maybe he was just used to being treated as the outcast. Regardless of the reasons, the young male knew what needed to be done. He had to leave the lands of Descai, if not for himself than for the three femmes that lay dear to his heart. The older he grew the more aggressive the Alpha, his father, became towards him. It was only a matter of time until things grew out of hand. Atlas was a rather large Mackenzie Valley wolf, but his father's size far surpassed his own.
Gray optics raped the terrain before him, memories flooding his mind. He could remember romping around with his half-siblings, pretending to defeat nonliving objects. Slowly his tail twitched with happiness, there was nothing that would have satisfied Atlas more than being able to stay with his family. After all, this is where he belonged, right? He was born and raised here, he was one of the Alpha's children - unlike Angel's pups. 'Who is to say that one family is better than another,' the young male felt nearly ashamed of himself for even thinking in such a mannerism. Surely he was no better than the others, just as they were not better than him. The emotions coursing throughout his body had brought him into a state of depression that he had not before experienced. It was numbing the anguish; yet, strengthened his sensations of pain at the same time. 'I am sorry mother, I never wanted to hurt you.' A lone tear parted ways from a pale hued eye, he let it fall before rubbing his face and muzzle against his leg. He would not cry, there came a time where everyone had to leave their parents - this was his time.
Atlas had already decided that regardless of his future, he was going to stop back occasionally to check in on his mother and siblings. Valeria would likely never need his assistance, but that did not mean that he would not protect his older sibling. Zofia and his dear mother held more of his concern, how much would the two of them worry? Did they even think twice about the words he spoke before he left them earlier this morning? The brute knew that they had likely not interpreted his statements into meaning that they may never see him again, in the back of his brain he knew that they would be devastated. Shaking his muscular frame in a feeble attempt to rid his body of the pricking sorrow, he began to slow his movement. Kalus's Point held such bitter sweet memories for him, it was a place that he had frequented during his life here. It was a place that his mother had always adored even though he never understood why. The scent of her poisonous concoctions still lingered in areas, in her strange way she had been trying to protect them. Sarin, although seeming to despise most of Descai, had never wanted anything to violate their space. It was her deranged way of showing them that she cared and was paying close attention to their borders.
Carefully the brute focused his attention on a large rock and, with a gentle push against the ground, he jumped upon it. This had been his favorite spot, the moon always lurked so ominously in the night sky right over this very stone. There were many nights he had spent wondering why his father loathed him, wondering what made him the unworthy son. No longer would those thoughts plague him, his father did care in his own way. Just as mother was not 'normal' in the eyes of other wolves, neither was father. Atlas had worked very hard with himself to understand that, Father simply had problems and it would be better if he left. Perhaps his idea to run away was not the best way to handle things, but he was still young and needed to learn things the hard way at times.
Without paying attention, he jumped back down from the rock - landing once more upon the ground. His jump down was noisier than it should have been, when he happened to land right upon a fallen branch. "Damn it," he cursed beneath his breath, frustrated with the lack of silence. It appeared to be impossible for things to ever work out they were supposed to. At least he could still sneak away and none would notice, he could vanish into the darkness.
