October 02, 2021, 02:03 PM
(This post was last modified: October 02, 2021, 02:04 PM by RIP Xynos.)
The lands were not so strange to him now. He had found the home he'd been looking for... at least, if they proved to be all he'd hoped for. Though, by the Grandmaster's presentation, few doubts ran by his thoughts.
Now woken after a short nap in the den he was shown, he set off to do as Nyra had suggested and study this territory carefully, perhaps to later run into some of those he would would call his packmates from now on unto the future. Until that time came, he would simply do what he knew how. Patrol. Protect. The Grandmaster had not specifically designated him a task, but knowing that the Saints were amidst war, the canyon was likely to be paraded by outsiders and rival pack wolves. He would do as he promised and be one of the Saints. To do that, he would have to defend them as if they were of his own blood.
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The canyon was grand in size and difficult to travel quickly for the average. Xynos didn't consider himself average, but he didn't gloat about it. Taking heavy strides, per usual, he covered the ground at an impressive pace. A dark pink tongue lolled from the man's jaw, swinging from side to side. Nostrils flared and ears pointed, no sense was left unused. If any job, he did it well. His movements now made that evidently clear.
It was fun, almost. Having a different purpose that focused on something more than himself was less of a bore. Now he could truly hold pride in his life, being more than just some scroungy mutt searching for scraps of food and a place to sleep. No longer would he be alone.
Now woken after a short nap in the den he was shown, he set off to do as Nyra had suggested and study this territory carefully, perhaps to later run into some of those he would would call his packmates from now on unto the future. Until that time came, he would simply do what he knew how. Patrol. Protect. The Grandmaster had not specifically designated him a task, but knowing that the Saints were amidst war, the canyon was likely to be paraded by outsiders and rival pack wolves. He would do as he promised and be one of the Saints. To do that, he would have to defend them as if they were of his own blood.
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The canyon was grand in size and difficult to travel quickly for the average. Xynos didn't consider himself average, but he didn't gloat about it. Taking heavy strides, per usual, he covered the ground at an impressive pace. A dark pink tongue lolled from the man's jaw, swinging from side to side. Nostrils flared and ears pointed, no sense was left unused. If any job, he did it well. His movements now made that evidently clear.
It was fun, almost. Having a different purpose that focused on something more than himself was less of a bore. Now he could truly hold pride in his life, being more than just some scroungy mutt searching for scraps of food and a place to sleep. No longer would he be alone.
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not so new - by RIP Xynos - October 02, 2021, 02:03 PM
RE: not so new - by War - October 14, 2021, 04:37 AM