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by the angel - Adonis - October 03, 2016
@Xan ur welcome fren ;)
Little could the man comprehend exactly what had taken place, after meeting a certain boy named Alexander. It had gone by in a whirlwind, from being convinced to live his life in a dark, damp cave surrounded by hoodlums and devil-worshiping crazies — he had escaped the cursed territory as a trespasser only a few times until the day he returned to find no trace of the man he had risked his very life to follow. The devastation to realize he had been ditched was something of a revelation. Roles had been switched; tables had been turned. In the least amount of words, his life had been completely messed up upon meeting the beauty eyed boy, Alexander. Perhaps, that was the very reason he did not stop looking.
How could he give up such a thing?
Adonis made his way crisscross, sideways, back and forth, around in circles and then the whole thing over again; all in the name of confronting the boy who had pranced off with all of his attention to another land; no doubt with one of his many, multiple whores. It was a thing he had learned about the boy, that while Xan had sought comfort in him, women seemed to throw themselves at his feet though he did not even realize. Catching him with that other albino woman had truly brought light to the situation, that Adonis had been selfishly tricked and stolen away. The worst part was, he had even stuck around some time after that. What kind of man had Alexander Apaata made him? Adonis held no commitments, it was almost laughable to associate the very sentence with his being. Yet, still he found himself ragged and journey torn tracking the scent of the pale boy to no end, it seemed and for truly, no reason. He had ought to move on, for Alexander would not be looking for him, he knew. Yet, he could not let go of the fact he had been left like an offering to Alexander's nutty family; unable to move on without some realitive explanation to the mess Adonis had been so blindly dragged in to. The option to abandon a search that had already progressed weeks in, was simply out of the question. He would find Alexander, and he would put an end to the silly notion of helping the boy who clearly could survive on his own.
How could he give up such a thing?
Adonis made his way crisscross, sideways, back and forth, around in circles and then the whole thing over again; all in the name of confronting the boy who had pranced off with all of his attention to another land; no doubt with one of his many, multiple whores. It was a thing he had learned about the boy, that while Xan had sought comfort in him, women seemed to throw themselves at his feet though he did not even realize. Catching him with that other albino woman had truly brought light to the situation, that Adonis had been selfishly tricked and stolen away. The worst part was, he had even stuck around some time after that. What kind of man had Alexander Apaata made him? Adonis held no commitments, it was almost laughable to associate the very sentence with his being. Yet, still he found himself ragged and journey torn tracking the scent of the pale boy to no end, it seemed and for truly, no reason. He had ought to move on, for Alexander would not be looking for him, he knew. Yet, he could not let go of the fact he had been left like an offering to Alexander's nutty family; unable to move on without some realitive explanation to the mess Adonis had been so blindly dragged in to. The option to abandon a search that had already progressed weeks in, was simply out of the question. He would find Alexander, and he would put an end to the silly notion of helping the boy who clearly could survive on his own.
RE: by the angel - Xan - October 03, 2016
12.03.16 — Ending added.
The realization of the neighbours they now possessed was not something that he’d taken lightly. Never, to his knowledge, had there been a pack near to the woods, and so he was uncertain of how one went about handling such a thing. They were close to one another, and so he was curious about what that might mean for both parties involved. Not only that, but he was curious about who they all were, and from where they’d come. His interest had lured him back to the outskirts of the grove, where he’d lingered and walked, stopping here and there to glance out in the direction whence their scent came on the wind. Something pulled him towards them, but, thus far, he’d done well to hold himself back. He was not a social butterfly and held no interest in causing a disturbance between the two settlements, so he’d figured it to be in everyone’s best interest that he keep away. If by some twist of fate he was brought to stand before one of their wolves in neutral lands, then so be it, but he’d be content even if that might never happen. However, he had a hunch that it might, for they’d settled in the direction of his place of birth, and he had every intention of visiting the familiar land once an opportunity to do so presented itself.
Along the southernmost borders was where he’d continued to linger, his pauses have grown more frequent, and would last for far longer. At the start of his walk, he’d spotted naught a single thing that could be considered to be out of the ordinary. As his time away from the others drew to a close, however, something had appeared—or, rather, someone. The familiar, ghostly figure had forced him to come to a complete stop, whilst his mutated gaze locked itself onto him. Alexander froze, but did not turn to hide away—he couldn’t, his body wouldn’t let him. All he could do was stand there, staring at the male that had abandoned him, his tongue unable to form a single word.
For how long he had stood there, staring, the yearling would never know. Time blurred as a plethora of emotions ran through his system, making him feel both positive and negative sensations all at once. In the end, however, the negatives had won. His chest swelled with anger whilst a bitter taste coated his tongue, the hatred and neglect that he'd felt being something that he just couldn't put behind him. Alexander's lips pulled back as he flashed his teeth at the other, a glare completing the overall look as he gazed at the male he'd once thought possessed the potential to become a friend. It was without a word that he turned and headed back into the grove, sparing not even a glance back in Adonis' direction.