May 13, 2020, 03:33 PM
To leave Triquetra hadn't been an easy decision, but a necessary one. Truthfully, Viinturuth had never been happy there - not really, not the way he longed to be. It was something he mulled over quietly for weeks, maybe even months, before he finally grew enough of a spine to pursue the right choice instead of the safe one.
At two years of age, he wasn't some dumb kid anymore. No, he was an adult, and it was time to stop running from his dark past and at least try to make his future brighter. After bidding a fond, solemn farewell to the friends he'd made at Triquetra, Viinturuth turned his focus toward the horizon where he hoped with anxious anticipation to reunite with his long-lost family.
He hadn't expected to find the place of his birth unclaimed, with no trace whatsoever of his parents and siblings. A weight settled in Viinturuth's chest as he roamed deeper into the territory he'd grown up in, heavy paws carrying him over fresh Spring grass and moist soil in the direction of the his whelping burrow.
The area surrounding the den's mouth was messy, suggesting that it had been unattended for some time. Viinturuth supposed it could've been months since anyone last made their home there, perhaps a year - maybe even longer. The pallid wolf ducked his head to peer inside and shuddered, bitter regret pooling right at the heart if him as he remembered all the joy that once bloomed here.
Then he recalled the turmoil. The arguing, the uncertainty, the shame. The fury he felt when Talos shared what she'd seen of their father's betrayal and his mother's heartbreak, the fury he felt at her for feigning normality when their whole world was crashing down around them. So vivid was the day that Viinturuth had been forced to grow up far too soon, and he hadn't realised how deeply it still troubled him until that moment.
Where the fuck had they gone? Why would they even leave? What a fucking fool he was, to have believed that he might've been worth waiting for.
He backed out with a sudden urgency, and shot one last glare at this once happy place that had brimmed with all the love he'd ever needed. Viinturuth, confused and pissed off and unsure which direction to go in, turned his face away and padded off in whatever direction his body would go.
He was no one.
And he had no one.
At two years of age, he wasn't some dumb kid anymore. No, he was an adult, and it was time to stop running from his dark past and at least try to make his future brighter. After bidding a fond, solemn farewell to the friends he'd made at Triquetra, Viinturuth turned his focus toward the horizon where he hoped with anxious anticipation to reunite with his long-lost family.
He hadn't expected to find the place of his birth unclaimed, with no trace whatsoever of his parents and siblings. A weight settled in Viinturuth's chest as he roamed deeper into the territory he'd grown up in, heavy paws carrying him over fresh Spring grass and moist soil in the direction of the his whelping burrow.
The area surrounding the den's mouth was messy, suggesting that it had been unattended for some time. Viinturuth supposed it could've been months since anyone last made their home there, perhaps a year - maybe even longer. The pallid wolf ducked his head to peer inside and shuddered, bitter regret pooling right at the heart if him as he remembered all the joy that once bloomed here.
Then he recalled the turmoil. The arguing, the uncertainty, the shame. The fury he felt when Talos shared what she'd seen of their father's betrayal and his mother's heartbreak, the fury he felt at her for feigning normality when their whole world was crashing down around them. So vivid was the day that Viinturuth had been forced to grow up far too soon, and he hadn't realised how deeply it still troubled him until that moment.
Where the fuck had they gone? Why would they even leave? What a fucking fool he was, to have believed that he might've been worth waiting for.
He backed out with a sudden urgency, and shot one last glare at this once happy place that had brimmed with all the love he'd ever needed. Viinturuth, confused and pissed off and unsure which direction to go in, turned his face away and padded off in whatever direction his body would go.
He was no one.
And he had no one.