At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on August 14, 2014 at 03:49:54 AM by Ghost
Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Useless. Unwanted. A bastard. That’s what he was. That’s what he would always be. He would never be able to escape it, never be able to make a name for himself. Wherever he would go others would ask him where he had come from, what his history was, why he had left. And when he shared his past and history with others they would look down on him and scorn him, just like everyone else had always done. Noone would ever accept him. Noone would ever give him a chance to make something of himself. Noone would ever let him show them what he was actually capable of. That he was more than a bastard. That he was loyal. That he would never leave the ones he loved, if he ever came to love anyone again. The brute had loved his family, his siblings, his father. He had no idea who his mother was, but he did not even hate her despite the fact that she had left him. He had no idea if she was even alive anymore. His father had died before he could share who his mother was, and perhaps he would never know. But he did not hate her, he never could. There were some he missed more than others. Grey Wind had grown up with him, the same age, raised together, as true brothers. They had done everything together, had trained together, and yet, his half-siblings mother had always made it known that he was not truly one of them, that he was still a bastard. And then there was Nymeria. The cheeky little she-wolf that had always called him brother, not bastard brother like her older sister Lady had always corrected her to say. The brute had trained Nymeria occasionally, teaching her the ways of the brujos in their pack instead of the females. The young girl always liked playing and training with the brutes than learning proper manners with the ladies. Without Nymeria and Grey Wind the brute was not sure he could have survived that often hostile home he grew up. The two of them grounded him, kept him sane, occasionally even made him feel wanted. But that was all gone now. His father was dead. Killed brutally to save his kin. And he had lost his brothers and sisters. No idea where they had gone and if they were even still alive. For all he knew they could all be dead, killed like their father, tortured by enemy packs they had often fought with. But that was all behind him now. He was no longer part of a pack. No longer had enemies or ones that hunted him. No longer had friends. But did he really have any friends to begin with? Grey Wind and Nymeria had been family, forced to be around him. They may not have been forced to be nice to him, but they did not hang out with him by choice, it had all started as obligation. A snarl escaped his lips at his thoughts. Did any of them even care about him? The white brute had been travelling aimlessly through the forest. This new forest that he was not sure yet would become his home or if he would move on again. He had been through many different places since he left his home, and none of them had seemed right. He still had no idea if this one would be right either. Maybe it would be like everywhere else where everyone shunned him and continued making him feel like the worthless brute he was. Ghost stalked broodily through the trees, snapping at the air in his anger and frustration. And then he was running. His powerful legs moving him swiftly through the trees, as if he could outrun his thoughts. He didn’t notice where he was going or what was around him, he didn’t pay attention to anything but running. He let the wind streak through his thick white pelt, let his muscles burn from his fast run, let his mind slow down to nothing. And then he was nothing. Just another loner with no family. His thoughts and anger pushed back to his subconscious. Now he was just the moody and brooding brute he made himself become. The façade that he put on for anyone he would encounter. The white titan slowed his running pace to a trot, panting heavily with his tongue lolling lazily out of his maw, sweat now covering his skin. He looked around, trying to place where he had wandered off to, but being new to the area not sure at all where he had wandered off to. He scented the air, making sure he was not too close to any packs and glad to see that his angered run did not cause him to cross borders into a pack. He did not need a pissed off alpha questioning him, not now anyways. And then the brute noticed the scent of fresh water, a lake perhaps and he quickened his pace again. Thinking of a refreshing drink after his run in the hot sun sounded good to him. When he reached the lake he trotted towards the water, nails clicking along the rocks that lined the edge of the lake. He walked a bit into the lake, getting his paws and legs wet as he reached his head down, tongue coming out to lap at the cool water. After he quenched his thirst he walked back out from the water, sitting not too far from the water as he contemplated going for a swim. His fur was thick, even though it was summer and a swim could be refreshing, but for now he sat a few feet away, plume wrapped around his paws. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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- :You can call me queen bee: - By Loralie. August 16, 2014 at 01:57:59 PM
I am the Sword in the Darkness; I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost August 18, 2014 at 03:00:38 AM
:You can call me queen bee: - By Loralie. November 16, 2014 at 06:04:05 PM
I am the Sword in the Darkness I am the Watcher on the Wall - By Ghost November 27, 2014 at 01:24:48 AM
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