Post by Onyx on Feb 28, 2016 13:16:48 GMT -5
Onyx could not recall the last time he had been on Ina'mos. He had been spending most of his time off of the island, mostly to clear his head and thoughts. His adoptive mother was gone, he could no longer taste her scent on the breeze. The island felt cold and desolate to him. She was the only one that had cared about him in a way that made him feel needed. As if he wasn't just some useless waste of space. So when he had made his way out of the ocean and back onto the shores of Ina'mos he couldn't help but feel hollow inside. He had a purpose here however. Typhon needed him, needed him to help keep things in order. His role was that of a Vanguard now and soon enough once the younger adolescents made their journeys to the Agoge and back he would move up to Council. Onyx was content with being a Vanguard, he was ready to sink his teeth in whoever rubbed him the wrong way actually. He was still wet from the swim, his fur sticking out at odd angles. His face had scarred up where the talons of the eagle had dug into him on the day of the Agoge. He also had wounds on his flank and shoulder that had healed over nicely. The fur was course there but was also missing a few patches. However these wouldn't be the last of his scars. He expected to receive many more in his time. He moved as silent as could be, his large paws digging into the moist sand. He needed a drink desperately and so he headed towards the falls, the only place he knew of that had the freshest water on Ina'mos.
One paw after the other he continued to walk, his orange occuli focused on the ground. He was in his own universe, completely tuned out from the rest of the world. All the trials he had gone through in his younger months seemed so inferior to everything he was faced with now. He was responsible for protecting the pack now, and protect them he would. However he would not be able to do so if he kept feeling sorry for himself. Enough moping. He reprimanded himself before his paws led him to the edge of the water. He stared down at his reflection, his features looked hardened. He looked like shit quite frankly. But he looked older too, perhaps wiser? No longer did he appear like a boy but instead he seemed like a full fledged male. His muscles had filled out properly and he was no longer lanky but stocky. His fur was thick, his muzzle wide. Mother Datura would have been proud of the wolf he had become but she wouldn't be proud of him feeling sorry for himself. So instead he decided to ignore those thoughts and move on. Perhaps he would get the other younger wolves together for a hunt. It had been awhile since they had all done so and besides he wanted to feel them out himself. He was sure that Ty would probably be okay with it, it was a good idea to him anyways. He lowered his muzzle to lap at the water but halted when he heard the sound of someone approaching. He turned his head then, his eyes landing on the frame of Fawn. She was still petite but even he could see the subtle curves on her form. Fawn. His deep gravelly tones spoke as he waited for her to speak.
notes: I know we talked about them threading awhile back and I hope it's okay that I started this!
tagged: Fawn
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