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Ooc — Victoria
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January 31, 2015, 08:12 AM
(This post was last modified: April 20, 2015, 08:07 AM by Saēna.)
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@Dante ...but anyone is welcome! :3
The morning was cold, biting so, made more prominent as it nipped hungrily at his black, leathery nose, chilled quickly after he ran his salmon pink tongue over it in a quick swipe. Then again it
was winter, and the d'Erom was feeling the chill deep into the marrow of his bones. Before he had left Starlit Cove this idea had seemed like such a
good one, though it had not been so cold when the adventurous boy had initially left; then again Sionn had no real life experience and had imagined that he would be at his destination — where ever the winds led him — within a few short weeks. This had not been the case. Sionn was a dreamer, a dragon among Kings and Finley had never saw fit to put a damper upon Sionn's overactive imagination — likely because it had mirrored his own once upon a time. Real life was a swift and angry kick in the teeth ...or other. Sionn did not realize this immediately, too caught up in his daydreams. Now, however, was another story all together. The dragon felt the harshness of reality in every step he took with sore and cold paw pads.
He felt it in the never satisfied rumble of his stomach, no matter how many scrawny rabbits he managed to scrounge up. Reality could be felt in the lack of heat from another body beside his, having been used to and taken clear advantage of what his parents had offered him. Comfort, protection, nourishment. He was capable of taking care of himself — in a measure of degrees. He might have been an adult by pack standards but was he really? He didn't think so. The scent of a pack had begun to tickle at his leathery, black nostrils a mile back or so but as his steps brought him closer the odor of it's borders became more prominent and Sionn's pace slowed to an eventual stop when there was more than an adequate distance between their borders and himself.
Hope flickered like a small beacon in his dark sea green eyes, the hope that maybe he could find a home here. Never hesitating the dragon tipped his head back and let out a howl, calling attention to his presence near their borders.
