Caves and rocks and stuff. He was okay with that. Heart was an easygoing young man. He doesn’t fear much, and what he does won’t show. There are a lot of things that he can’t help but allow go through his head. Heart… has a lot of heart? Did that make sense? He couldn’t help it, he just wandered on. He… wanders. Heart has a wandering heart, and that’s what he can’t really help. He doesn’t really keep himself back… he doesn’t hold back. All sorts of things that he simply holds to. Clings to, even.
Heart holds to himself. There’s something he can’t keep track of, foraging on. Foraging… slowly. Heart has a slow traipse, something that comes with an alertness to his brown green eyes. Yes, brilliant and bright. Through the darkness he makes his way, tail swishing behind him softly. The scents of the cave were filling his head, were stretching through all the things that made him whole. Completely and entirely whole. Things like the earth and the stones, musty and rough as it burns in his nose. It feels… interesting. It feels more than interesting. Heart is intrigued, trying to find the sources of the scents and the sounds. Caving… exploring. Yet he’s never not careful.
Somewhere on down farther he can hear… someone. Heart can’t tell if the sound is coming from in front of or behind him… it’s strange. The young man quirks his head to the side, sitting for a moment and trying to figure out just where the sound was coming from. His eyes were burning softly in the darkness, having adjusted to figure out what was going on. “Hello?” Heart holds his breath for a long moment, waiting for the response. It’s strange, to him. Everything to him is weird. This place is ever so strange. Heart needs to know what’s out there.
heart BOLD AS FiRE |