I had been gone for a very long time. I had struggled with the thought of my identity since the disappearance of my mother and father. I had never understood who I truly was until I, too, had left Moladion. Perhaps they both had perished in their own time and if that fact were to be true I do mourn them. However, I cannot dwell on what is lost for the rest of myself. I am just barely four years old now, after all.
Upon my first day back within the realm of Moladion there is an interesting request that fills the air. It is intriguing enough that I stop for a moment to listen before following after its direction. Within the time it had taken me to travel toward the male, there were now many scents and voices that intermingled. As I stood silently at the foot of the crags, staring up at them all with silent curiosity, I cannot help but wonder why I had heeded his howl.
Eyes of gold and green blink once or twice before I gather the willpower to force myself up the rugged cliffs and to the gathering. Yet it is not the original caller that I am first to look upon. Sitting directly before me is the menacing expression of a boy made from sienna and white; his odd behavior causing me to wonder who has him all worked up. My fur bristles as I notice the death-like glint in his eyes and I follow his gaze toward the pale female who is near shuddering upon her paws at each step.
”Hey..” I speak boldly, confidently, as I approach him with a stern expression.
”What’s your deal, kid?” I become more disgruntled as the moments pass by and I won’t just sit there if he decides to do something crazy toward the poor female.
kaliska