It was days like this that he would miss Cebrián. The man always had something to say, an opinion to share. He never would have allowed himself to end up in Beau's situation; he wouldn't have let Beau stay here, either.
Maybe that was why he found himself so attached to Leto. Her personality was so much like that of his first love's. She was the first woman or man he found himself caring for since Cebrián passed. But he had grown comfortable wandering, leaving the dens behind rather than waiting until she returned to him. Now she would do the waiting.
He found himself near the border's, laid upon the ground tearing away at the carcass of a hare. It was a meal he had looked forward to, and he certainly enjoyed the chase. It was quiet, but not lonely. His jaws settling to idly chew on the ears, his mind grazed over his time in Verapaz.
Not yet had he become acquainted with many member's, but he had observed each in passing. He had learned name's and watched behaviours. Leto told him plenty, too. It was difficult to know nothing when they lived so closely.
to name a few, he knew of Leto's newfound friendship with a woman she called Saya, of the quiet Hiro, and the man who called himself 'Arslan'.
He was a funny one. Just watching the russet man stare gave him about a hundred cruel, venomous words to spit at Soto. He knew the look in Arslan's fiery eyes all too well, the hunger for something just out of reach. He couldn't understand how the russet coated man managed to have such horrible taste. Of all the men to lust after, just how had he settled on Soto?
He snickered to himself, shaking his head lightly as he refocused on his meal. It was no business of his, but it was certainly funny to think about.
Maybe that was why he found himself so attached to Leto. Her personality was so much like that of his first love's. She was the first woman or man he found himself caring for since Cebrián passed. But he had grown comfortable wandering, leaving the dens behind rather than waiting until she returned to him. Now she would do the waiting.
He found himself near the border's, laid upon the ground tearing away at the carcass of a hare. It was a meal he had looked forward to, and he certainly enjoyed the chase. It was quiet, but not lonely. His jaws settling to idly chew on the ears, his mind grazed over his time in Verapaz.
Not yet had he become acquainted with many member's, but he had observed each in passing. He had learned name's and watched behaviours. Leto told him plenty, too. It was difficult to know nothing when they lived so closely.
to name a few, he knew of Leto's newfound friendship with a woman she called Saya, of the quiet Hiro, and the man who called himself 'Arslan'.
He was a funny one. Just watching the russet man stare gave him about a hundred cruel, venomous words to spit at Soto. He knew the look in Arslan's fiery eyes all too well, the hunger for something just out of reach. He couldn't understand how the russet coated man managed to have such horrible taste. Of all the men to lust after, just how had he settled on Soto?
He snickered to himself, shaking his head lightly as he refocused on his meal. It was no business of his, but it was certainly funny to think about.
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Run, rabbit, run - by Beau - November 20, 2024, 12:41 AM
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