May 13, 2017, 06:33 AM
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The empyrean watches as his father appears, the woof he is greeted with blithe and creates a sense of gloom within the druid’s breast. On his trek back to the Fen he has rehearsed what he is going to say but he knows it is futile: he is simply trying to comfort himself. All the practiced words in the world does not make this easy and will not shield the imperial from the guilt that threatens to smother him. As if it is a palpable being, corporeal instead of just a feeling it presses against him. The druid thinks of the crowning jewel of Rodney lake and attempts to emulate the great tree: steady and strong against the obstacles it endures. His emotions have become fickle in temperament as Mother Nature and he must weather them or threaten to be consumed by them. He does not leave his family because it brings him joy — it does not. The development had came as unexpected to the druid but he desired to travel, he desired to be apart of something, to find something with wolves his age. To be a pioneer, to see if he harbors the tenacity to see it happen, to make something out of himself. He does not seek things simply because he is the son of the Alphas …if he is to ascend, if he is to become something more than druid, more than naturalist he does not want to inherit it — he wants to earn it. He wants to earn his place among his peers, not just be grandfathered in because he is fortunate enough to be born to it.
Mato is not sure how to convey these desires without sounding selfish, without being ungrateful for the fortune he has been born to. “Hello Father,” Mato greets Sebastian with a small smile but it is afflicted instead of jovial. “There is something we must speak about first,” He wants to tremble beneath the weight of it but he holds strong, somehow. “There is a group of wolves, all around my age, and they’re building a pack and I would like to be apart of it.” His decision has been made but he does not wish to appear demanding of Sebastian who is, at the end of the day, still his father.
[/td][/tr][/table]Mato is not sure how to convey these desires without sounding selfish, without being ungrateful for the fortune he has been born to. “Hello Father,” Mato greets Sebastian with a small smile but it is afflicted instead of jovial. “There is something we must speak about first,” He wants to tremble beneath the weight of it but he holds strong, somehow. “There is a group of wolves, all around my age, and they’re building a pack and I would like to be apart of it.” His decision has been made but he does not wish to appear demanding of Sebastian who is, at the end of the day, still his father.
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the way the moon's blood is the sea - by rip gemini - April 23, 2017, 06:02 AM
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RE: the way the moon's blood is the sea - by rip gemini - May 13, 2017, 06:33 AM
RE: the way the moon's blood is the sea - by Sebastian - May 14, 2017, 03:22 AM
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