«•Path of the Wind•» IP: 92.15.113.207 Posted on February 13, 2013 at 08:48:09 PM by Caelan
{{For Cava}}
The brute wandered the area somewhat aimlessly, his vibrant green coloured eyes scanning the riverbank as he went. It was peaceful today, the late winter air providing a pleasant coolness that he much preferred to the heat of the summer months. The tricoloured brute continued walking at a leisurely pace, a cheerful smile spread across his maw, but surrounded by a thoughtful air. Caelan’s thick coat was mostly a light grey, with pale apricot orange creeping onto his chest and underbelly. there were three sets of two spice brown arrows on his chest and each ear, and one extra arrow on the roof of his muzzle. He was very plain looking, all in all, but he made up for that with his personality, which was generally bright and cheerful, but occasionally this side of him was overtaken by his shyer side.
The small, rounded pebble that Caelan wore around his neck on a brown leather strap bounced lightly against his chest as he walked, his face suddenly falling and a soft sigh escaping his maw. Caelan turned, no longer walking alongside the river, but heading to the bank, and looked into the waters of the river.
“I wonder if you’re still watching me from under the water, sometimes...” he murmured, talking to seemingly nobody. He was just thinking aloud; talking to a memory, a ghost from his past. Quite literally, in fact.
“Do they have water where you’ve moved on to, I wonder? Are... are things better there? Do you ever... think about me? Do you miss me, or have you forgotten?” His voice got quieter as he asked this, falling back onto his haunches on the riverbank, his head lowered to stare at the waters thoughtfully.
Really, he should know better than to get so wrapped up in his memories by now; it only depressed him, after all. Replies: There have been no replies.
