Common
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Posted on September 30, 2021 at 05:09:29 PM by L E I F
 ~ i threw myself to the wolves, He wasn't certain what drew him from the safety of the Shore, nor did he entirely care. He needed a few hours away from the tension that had risen in his home. He needed an outlet for all of the anger that has festered beneath his roan hide. And so for these reasons he stepped through the ocean's surf and into the ocean's grasp. He had never ventured into the ocean so when it fully wrapped itself around him, he was taken by surprise at its strength and uncaring nature. His muscles protested as he struck out with each stroke and even began to scream the further from the sandy shore he swam. He could feel the ocean tugging and pulling at him, for now he was just a victim to her will. He did his best to keep his dark head above the ocean's surf, but time after time she washed over him. Sea water whooshed into his flaring nostrils and down his throat - burning as it went down. Finally, he struggled ashore, the air was different here. No humidity. Cold. And strange. Where in the helvíti, was he? He stumbles through the surf and onto the hardened sand just beyond. Dark eyes scan across the unfamiliar lands as he desperately tries to pull to memory the descriptions of the lands that his mother had told him. As he flips through the places in his mind - the crossing - clearly comes to the forefront. Yes, he must be on the crossing. Mother had spoke of the commons, a place where he could go and find others to bring home. She mentioned by force? Or willingly... This most certainly must be the Commons (as she called them), it certainly did not match the Meadows nor the Falls as she described. It definitely wasn't a craggy mountain top nor a swampy lagoon. He shifts his weight for a moment longer before he presses further into this land. His ears rotate within his waterlogged, unkempt mane and his dark eyes search for another soul. He does not have to search long as his dark gaze is drawn to a brilliantly colored girl next to a dark colored boy. He does not slow, but picks up a even trot toward the duo. As he draws closer their words are caught in his ears. Seri, Akela, Atlantis. So he was a neighbor? He slows as he draws closer to the pair. He would take the girl home - just as mother instructed. His ears lay back against the nape of his neck as he attempts to shoulder his way between the pair. "Sorry to interrupt, but Seri is coming home with me," he snorts at Akela and then swivels his head toward the spotted girl. "Mother says that you have to come home with me." only to learn the tenderness in their howl, royal son of Xiomara & Bjorn Young Stallion - Mutt - 3 - Blue Roan - 14.3 |
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- you gave your heart; - By seri October 7, 2021 at 11:49:32 AM
- For the strength of the pack is the wolf; - By Akela October 11, 2021 at 01:30:33 PM
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