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Posted on September 18, 2014 at 03:00:00 AM by wren
 The man is… different. Offering a different reaction from what Wren was expecting. Pleasant surprise fills his features, and his tail wags lowly at his haunches. There’s something sheepish about the young man, watching the alpha with careful eyes. There’s a part of him that’s supposed to fear the ones in power, or so he’s thought… that’s what dad always seemed like. Like he was scared, like he was resentful… that didn’t seem right either, though. If a leader is a leader, then why are they not also a friend? Why follow the ones you didn’t like? Wren was still so very, very much a child… though the handsome stranger was technically a man, he supposed that he could be a child too. A manchild? Not in the typical sense, but it was close enough. Wren, as was typical, was at a loss for words.
Relief rolled over Wren in waves, and some of the tenseness left his muscles. His gaze brightened some, and he nodded along with the man. There was the understanding nod, one that came with the slow wag of his tail and the low flicker of understanding that coursed behind his eyes. It made sense, after all… the man was smart and kind, and if Wren was picking, he seemed like a good dude. It struck the handsome stranger just then—he was picking. This was his show now, he was running things… it made so much sense. Sometimes, the moment just has to hit you right. Maybe the confidence would come to him after a decent while. The enthusiastic nod came when the man asked if he wanted a home. Wren, in all honestly, would like to stay here. It was the place that had drawn him back in after all these years away. He’d grown up close by, he’d visited as a child, and now it was his choice to make. Now it was the choice he was going to make. The stranger’s tail picked up the pace, the wag enough to stir the chilled air at his haunches, and he smiled softly. Name… name… he could do this. Eyes flickering to the trees, he sought out the little bird he knew should be up here. It was the right time of year, and they were one of the most widely distributed birds… there. Up in one of the conifers, the young man drew his gaze. It was pointed, and he was directly focusing on the little brown songbird in the trees—the house wren. Dad had named him after the thing with the brown back and greyish chest, not unlike his own colors. It was Wren’s hope that the alpha would know what they were called, as he probably couldn’t deal with being called “bird” for an extended period of time. If he hadn’t been so focused on getting his own independence together, he’d be longing for dad to be his voice. This was his show now. wren. swallowbane x calista. five. mute. |
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- Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl September 19, 2014 at 02:36:27 PM
the lonely one refuses to die. - By wren October 12, 2014 at 04:12:39 AM
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