Post by Erebos on May 15, 2015 14:58:29 GMT -5
The swamp was his favourite place of all. He felt comfortable, like he could live out the rest of his days here and never return to mother’s side, fearing only the chance that he might be pursued and forced to return to a life he had no interest in leading. Expectations were alive in his shadow, following him everywhere he went, and he found himself sneering every time he looked over his shoulder, wanting nothing to do with the wolf he was becoming. Each day that passed he seemed to grow even further, reaching all new heights, leaving his dainty mother behind. and though the sense of power was welcome he couldn’t stand the thought of traveling to Vor’asa. He was more interested in plants that he was in fighting, but he knew better than to tell anyone that. From what he understood, he would be frowned upon for pursuing that field of work; he was built to be on the battlefield, and so on the battlefield he would be. Begrudgingly, the large puppy maneuvered his way through the sludge, having spent enough time here to have a general idea of where it was safe for him to walk. The threat of crocodiles wasn’t lost upon him, but for some reason he didn’t feel afraid - they were all monsters here.
From the corner of his eye he spotted a colourful bird, and immediately he stilled, observing the ethereal creature in keen silence. He dropped his body to the ground before he could even think about what he was doing, knowing in his black heart long before in his stomach that he wanted to kill this animal. Everything was quiet, too quiet, and he realized with sudden clarity that he could fill the enveloping silence with the bird’s petrified screeches. His ears twitched in impatience, anticipating the perfect moment to strike. It was when the bird dipped its long neck into the murky water that Erebos crashed through the bushes, but before he could even think to sink his teeth into its exposed neck, it lifted its head in hasty alarm and ascended with a single swish of its slender wings. His teeth scraped what he thought to be a feather, and in the midst of his aggravation he spat it from his mouth, a splash of colour now contrasting against the greens of the swamp.
He knew what he wanted to be, and surely a hunter wasn’t it; that didn’t stop him from watching the bird fly away, a look of distaste clouding his boyish features. He was tired of relying on the adults, but this was proof that he wasn’t finished learning, that it would be some time yet before he could truly be independent, and it sickened him to his core to reach such an understanding. Soon enough he would be unstoppable, and only then would he come back for that bird.
From the corner of his eye he spotted a colourful bird, and immediately he stilled, observing the ethereal creature in keen silence. He dropped his body to the ground before he could even think about what he was doing, knowing in his black heart long before in his stomach that he wanted to kill this animal. Everything was quiet, too quiet, and he realized with sudden clarity that he could fill the enveloping silence with the bird’s petrified screeches. His ears twitched in impatience, anticipating the perfect moment to strike. It was when the bird dipped its long neck into the murky water that Erebos crashed through the bushes, but before he could even think to sink his teeth into its exposed neck, it lifted its head in hasty alarm and ascended with a single swish of its slender wings. His teeth scraped what he thought to be a feather, and in the midst of his aggravation he spat it from his mouth, a splash of colour now contrasting against the greens of the swamp.
He knew what he wanted to be, and surely a hunter wasn’t it; that didn’t stop him from watching the bird fly away, a look of distaste clouding his boyish features. He was tired of relying on the adults, but this was proof that he wasn’t finished learning, that it would be some time yet before he could truly be independent, and it sickened him to his core to reach such an understanding. Soon enough he would be unstoppable, and only then would he come back for that bird.
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Word Count: 484.
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OOC: Open to any Kairos wolves!
Word Count: 484.
Tags: N/A.
OOC: Open to any Kairos wolves!