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.
Veiled in black IP: 74.141.235.32 Posted on September 19, 2017 at 08:11:17 AM by Noctis
Time seemed slower and the sounds all around seemed hushed, everything just remaining in a sort of suspended sense of peace and quiet. How long would such peace last? If he had learned any one thing from the world, it was that peace never truly lasted forever, because sooner or later someone somewhere starts to go absolutely power hungry. Someone else would have some piece of land they wanted, or maybe even someone they wanted. They would start a war of packs, and never stop until someone died and they gained the thing that they won. Hot liquid blood would be tasted on the tongue, and spilled all over the grasses and rocks. All wars are largely the same, and all they ever do is hurt someone somewhere.
Wars shattered families, and ripped packs in half. It corrupts the minds of some, eradicates entire families from existence, leaves nothing but death and gore in it's wake. Here where he gazes over the rippling waters stretched out almost endlessly, he feels like none of that exists anymore. That he wasn't a heir to a throne from mountainous lands he had run from, that he had never been destined for anything great. That he would have never been expected to defend a pack and territory with his own bared fangs, and slowly but surely gained battle scars beneath his handsome coat. He was never a prince in these lands, but neither is he a traitor. He thinks he prefers to be a stranger in these lands so strange, free from being tied down by expectations and responsibilities.
"Everything would be interesting to someone who has never been here, wouldn't you say?" There were undoubtedly still so many places to discover, but he thinks that he can appreciate this place just fine. He could see it becoming a favorite haunt of his, maybe make a den somewhere here, since it was so soothing to his mind. Here there were surely no wars, no ghosts of wolves past. Nobody would expect a thing of him, nobody would drown his self-esteem with cutting words. These were lands far removed from where he had once called home, because he had managed to escape the curse of the throne. He moves and turns to face the stranger who had spoken to him, carmine flecked sapphire orbs meeting her grey ones, maybe revealing that he had only recently come into adulthood and was still quite shy.
She was of course a stranger to him, but that is better than if it was a wolf come down from the mountains of his birth. She didn't have the look of where he had been born, she didn't carry herself the correct way, and her body language was so different. His white flecked tail is neuutral and unthreatening in i's levelness behind him, and he wonders if he looks like the star-lit sky to her that his mother had always said to him. His white flecked paws are almost covered in the soft sand he keeps pressing them further down into, wondering if she was native to these lands or had fled here as he himself had. "My name is Noctis." Carmine flecked eyes look down at his paws for a moment, almost as if holding eye contact was not his forte, and he blamed it on the shyness he had retained since pup-hood. Replies:
