Bramblepoint Who Knew

Setting: evening —1950. 80 degrees — clear skies, sunset.

@Āzon

Shepherd and his massive self make his way through the edge of the tree line and into the heart of this beautiful forest. Dark chocolate paws carry him across the crunchy debris of the forest floor. White-blue eyes travel along the horizon and he spots a small stream. Relief evident in his expression, he eagerly makes his way over there. The flow is lazy and as he steps bear like paws into it he feels like a whole new man.

Sighing he finally dips his head down to lap up the liquid. Cupping it up into his mouth his ears remain on a swivel. Until they stop. He just allows himself to exist and rest. He’s truly at peace for a moment. Nothing could break it. Or so he thought.

What would the "1950" stand for btw?

The sun was beggining to set as the sky darkened from cool blues to warm oranges. Today was admittedly more eventful than the rest of this month was; an encounter with someone who seemed more pleasant than expected felt soothing in comparison with other not-so-freindly encounters before — and so was this sunset. The ambience was still....tranquil.....quite..........too quite

Surely it wasn't normal to be on edge like this all the time but the brutish male couldn't seem to get a grip on what it felt like to truly relax. That's what he'd been taught his entire life after all — to constantly be on edge & awaiting the next attack — the next brutalization from his father that would test whether he was a worthy warrior in the eyes of the emperor himself. Āzon was no longer accociated with the Ignis family, but no matter how hard he tries to push it in the back of his mind, those memories still come back to haunt him.

As if to encourage the pale brute's paranoid behavior, the strong scent of another who was closeby pulled on the strings of his attention and soon enough, the he-wolf's duel-colored orbs would set their sights on a large, brownish outline just ahead of him. "Th'hell is that, a baby grizzly?" Āzoniol mumbled to himself questionably with squinted eyes as he simply stood there — frozen in alarm (and quite idiotic looking).

But then again, did he really want to know? If this were to turn into some kind of territorial fight, the Azon would have no means of defending himself against the large aggressor due to his size. so with that in mind, the pale phoenix slowly turned around to leave before he was noticed...