Blackfoot Forest transmissions are echoing
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Not sure if my own post makes much sense to even me. Very awkward lmao. Will hopefully get better though! And, if anything needs changed, let me know cause I, too, did some assuming <3

i will sail my vessel ‘til the river runs dry
like a bird upon the wind these waters are my sky
i’ll never reach my destination if i never try
so i will sail my vessel
[size=3]’till the river runs dry[/size]

He was the smallest of all the pups that had been brought into the world by Isi and Phoebe Frostfur. All the others leaned heavily on the genes that came from their father’s side; larger, stronger, powerful. As a result, the very small male was pretty self-conscious and did his best to not end up being the one picked on. When he did end up picked on, his mother would step in and make it stop. Out of all his siblings, though, there was one that he had latched onto almost from the very start, following him around and being his shadow whenever the older boy would let him. That sibling was Cyrus. So it shouldn’t have surprised anyone when he caught wind of Cyrus wanting to set out on his own that Hamied jumped on that bandwagon, wanting very much to go with him.

He hadn’t yet come right out and discussed with Cyrus why he had jumped on the chance to leave with his older brother (older brother by a mere year) instead of remaining home to continue being a momma’s boy. When Cyrus had taken on being the one in charge during their journey, Hamied did not object in the least. The smaller, younger boy was a follower, not a leader at all. Yet he was also selective as to who he willingly followed. Cyrus, though, was one he would readily follow for as long as the older male would allow him to. Hopefully that was going to be for a really long time because he really didn’t want to end up having to turn around and return home where he knew he would face being further picked on by those bigger and stronger than him.

“Okay!” the yearling male readily agreed with his brother and set out to do a quick, and silent, scan around the area Cyrus had led them to. Only when the smaller male was satisfied that there was no one else in that particular spot did he rejoin where Cyrus was. “No sign of anyone else around,” he reported to his brother. Flopping down, he stretched out on his side, reaching a dainty paw out toward his much bigger brother to playfully paw at him for a moment. Hamied was very much the oddball in the family; the smallest, the weakest, the timid one, and the only one that did not sport the coat coloring of their parents.

Messages In This Thread
transmissions are echoing - by Cyrus - August 13, 2013, 11:22 AM
RE: transmissions are echoing - by Hamied - August 13, 2013, 01:28 PM
RE: transmissions are echoing - by Cyrus - August 14, 2013, 08:21 AM
RE: transmissions are echoing - by Hamied - August 14, 2013, 03:33 PM
RE: transmissions are echoing - by Cyrus - August 16, 2013, 08:25 AM
RE: transmissions are echoing - by Hamied - September 06, 2013, 06:48 PM