|Date: spring||⋆✷⋆||Mood: unsure|
The river had a wide mouth, and it had plenty of food, heíd fed a little, though it sat in his bottomless pit of a stomach in an uncomfortable way, and he felt like it wasnít agreeing with him. He crossed the river quietly, his large black figure moving with ease in the darkness that had fallen. His footsteps were hollow. He took his time though, not wanting to hurry in his exploration of the lands that were wide and vast, he wondered what it was like here, if he had to listen to someoneís rule at all times, or if it was more of a, do what you want, but donít cross certain boundaries thing.
The beast inside him roared, wanting to find someone to spar with, to fight, but he knew there had to be someone out there that could mollify the beast. After all, it was something they were supposed to all want, right? But to be honest, Robichaux didnít know if that was really what he wanted. He didnít know. He supposed he had to settle down, but in his heart he didnít know if he could. He didnít know if he could trust himself. He didnít know if his fatherís savage nature would bust out in the end, and he would end the love of his life. Part of him wished that heíd never let that happen, but he knew heíd be helpless to let it happen. He heard fate was a brutal, and manipulative girl. Sheíd twist his heart into a whole different world.
The dawn broke as he came upon the rocks. They were everywhere. And he found himself climbing, only to lay on the flattest one, his large form collapsing into a heap on the rock, letting the warmth of the dawn breaking sun to heat his worn muscles. His scarred face laid across his paws, watching the world go by without a care.