Lion Head Mesa yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon

oopsie daisy! i had no idea, since i just rejoined i haven't read up on ongoing plots or anything... X) thanks for saving the thread!!!

 


the time that he waited felt like an eternity to the anxious athamas, who had already begun to regret calling anyone at all. he had no idea what he ought to say or do, and he had very little social experience whatsoever in comparison to most. he could only trust his base instincts- a submissive, non-threatening wolf will tuck his tail and avert his gaze, never wishing to give the impression of putting up a challenge. 

a group approached, to his surprise- and the man, no, the boy that lead them quickly became clear. he was dark-furred like athamas, though he sported brilliant golden accents, a contrast to the yearling's rusty orange nape. athamas seemed to shrink even smaller when the boy arrived in front of him, although secretly a bit confused to see someone younger than himself taking charge of these wolves. 

he seemed confident and stable as he introduced his land and his kin. the way khaemwaset spoke made athamas feel as if he ought to know these names or their significance, though he had little understanding of what being a pharaoh or divine god meant. still, it was clearly important.

ah... thank you, for letting me visit the edge here of your akashingo. i am athamas ostrega. he replied. i... i am looking for a place to stay and work. he was not sure how else to justify his presence here... he craved community, he was desperate for it- but he knew it could not be earned through nothing. i can work in whatever you need. i would be greatful for the chance to help your akashingo, if it is needed... despite his politeness, his speech pattern was clunky and awkward, plain. but the best he could do was give it a shot and hope that there was a place for him anywhere.