Golden Glade The Strength Within

The yearning to leave Royal Fire Court and leave with Aeronwyn grew with every day he stayed, and soon, it was all he could do to not step over the borders and depart whenever he was patrolling. It burned beneath his breast, a ball of red hot, heated desire to leave and go somewhere where he had a goal and a purpose and someone to woo. Here, Nico felt like he had no use being here, his presence here was simply redundant, which meant he should leave. Yet...he didn't. Perhaps it was because numbers were still few, and he didn't want to betray the Court so soon, which was, in a way, a rather stupid excuse, given the fact he would betray them sooner or later. One might say to do it earlier, saving them the pain. But Nico believed that there wasn't going to be any pain, or hurt, because he hadn't stayed long enough to make deep connections, so maybe, just maybe, he should stay just another week.

His thoughts may be incorrect, but the sterling male couldn't care less. As far as he was concerned, he was right, and that was that. End of the bloody story.

Nico wandered beneath the shade of the forest with languid movements, giving an impression of insouciance, when in fact, he was lost in rather troubling thoughts of his impending future and the decisions they involved, as well as the darkness of his past that threatened to rush past his mental barriers and flood his brain, thus rendering him useless to both the pack and the world. Now that was not something he could afford right now.

The soldier paused in his steps and sighed, a scowl momentarily creasing his otherwise impassive features before he assumed a facade of casual indifference and continued his stroll through the woods, hoping to be uninterrupted.