Not once had Riley looked back. Easthollow was leagues behind him. @Laurel was leagues behind him. They could live the rest of their lives in that sequestered, stagnating piece of stone for all he cared. Riley was on his own adventure.
He wouldn't admit it, but at night he found himself missing Charles. It wasn't the kind of fraternal love that was typical of siblings, but he found himself cradling a stick all the same, smiling in his sleep as the days morphed into weeks, and his frame grew thinner.
Awoken abruptly, Riley came to attention with the sluggish reactivity of a beast accustomed to nothing threatening him. His gaze focused on a dark wolf, ranging ahead as if searching. Riley himself was not a creature inclined to be extroverted: he watched the man as he drifted closer, but did not move from his roost under a sheath of douglas fir. The stick, still cradled in his paws, began to spin -- all the while, Riley watched the interloper studiously.
Nothing came of the man's presence -- he was neither noted nor greeted as the goliath lumbered by. For that, Riley was perhaps lucky. There were often few things worse than a stranger darkening ones' doorstep at night.
He wouldn't admit it, but at night he found himself missing Charles. It wasn't the kind of fraternal love that was typical of siblings, but he found himself cradling a stick all the same, smiling in his sleep as the days morphed into weeks, and his frame grew thinner.
Awoken abruptly, Riley came to attention with the sluggish reactivity of a beast accustomed to nothing threatening him. His gaze focused on a dark wolf, ranging ahead as if searching. Riley himself was not a creature inclined to be extroverted: he watched the man as he drifted closer, but did not move from his roost under a sheath of douglas fir. The stick, still cradled in his paws, began to spin -- all the while, Riley watched the interloper studiously.
Nothing came of the man's presence -- he was neither noted nor greeted as the goliath lumbered by. For that, Riley was perhaps lucky. There were often few things worse than a stranger darkening ones' doorstep at night.
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trauma is tough [m] - by Noctum - January 17, 2020, 08:07 PM
RE: trauma is tough [m] - by Riley - January 17, 2020, 11:10 PM