February 03, 2015, 09:49 PM
(This post was last modified: February 12, 2015, 05:48 PM by Ciervo.)
[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]
[size=small]Not giving a fuck was one of Ciervo's many virtues -- or flaws depending on how you looked at it. While he had cared fiercely for those who had been particularly close durijg his early months, he had never, not even when adolescence had spiked upon the Ostrega quarter,had had any type of active involvement with his sibling's desires.
As they began to pluck off the nest and sail in search of their own destiny he had never bothered to intervene or ever ask of their plans.
Forever cunning and devious, he had made a point of keeping his schemes foreign to their ears.
While the few family ties he held on and knew of were worn with an overwhelming pride, the Ostrega knew, or suspected that outside from the four walls that made up home the world was cruel and dangerous. Unlike the games of his childhood the competitons that plagued the real life were not ones that he could afford losing, and the triumphs were,due to his selfishness and strong sense of autonomy, not ones he desired to share.
Not with his family, much less with the dark parasite that stuck close to his heels. Unlike the time he had hunted with the Plateu youngling, he felt no desire to seek any type of partnership or alliance with the dark shadow of a wolf who despite being shown she was not wanted, continued to linger. It had been maybe the cold indifference with which he dismissed her presence only seconds after having awknowledged it, what the female misjudged for unconfidence. An error the disheveled Ostrega was quick to deny as the wolf began to stray closer to his rump with snapping jaws.
Instead of speeding his pace or even attempting to pull his tail out of her reach, the male swerved violently, his paws keeping their grip on the ledge as he maneuvered dangerously to meet the female with narrowed eyes and a menacing grimace. "Scram" he chided as he allowed his golden eyes to comb over her body; his mind making the silent assumption that her attempt to nibble at his rear had been the result of her desperation.
Whether it was for company or simply entretainment was none of his interest; what was on his interest was to get rid of the parasitic wolf and get something in his stomach.
Now, the possibility of that something being the female was not discarded.
After all, Ciervo didn't give a fuck.
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As they began to pluck off the nest and sail in search of their own destiny he had never bothered to intervene or ever ask of their plans.
Forever cunning and devious, he had made a point of keeping his schemes foreign to their ears.
While the few family ties he held on and knew of were worn with an overwhelming pride, the Ostrega knew, or suspected that outside from the four walls that made up home the world was cruel and dangerous. Unlike the games of his childhood the competitons that plagued the real life were not ones that he could afford losing, and the triumphs were,due to his selfishness and strong sense of autonomy, not ones he desired to share.
Not with his family, much less with the dark parasite that stuck close to his heels. Unlike the time he had hunted with the Plateu youngling, he felt no desire to seek any type of partnership or alliance with the dark shadow of a wolf who despite being shown she was not wanted, continued to linger. It had been maybe the cold indifference with which he dismissed her presence only seconds after having awknowledged it, what the female misjudged for unconfidence. An error the disheveled Ostrega was quick to deny as the wolf began to stray closer to his rump with snapping jaws.
Instead of speeding his pace or even attempting to pull his tail out of her reach, the male swerved violently, his paws keeping their grip on the ledge as he maneuvered dangerously to meet the female with narrowed eyes and a menacing grimace. "Scram" he chided as he allowed his golden eyes to comb over her body; his mind making the silent assumption that her attempt to nibble at his rear had been the result of her desperation.
Whether it was for company or simply entretainment was none of his interest; what was on his interest was to get rid of the parasitic wolf and get something in his stomach.
Now, the possibility of that something being the female was not discarded.
After all, Ciervo didn't give a fuck.
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of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - January 21, 2015, 09:35 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - January 23, 2015, 12:23 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - January 24, 2015, 02:21 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - January 31, 2015, 01:58 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 02, 2015, 03:34 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 03, 2015, 09:49 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 05, 2015, 05:41 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 06, 2015, 07:34 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 08, 2015, 03:12 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 11, 2015, 10:20 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 11, 2015, 10:41 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 12, 2015, 06:17 PM
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RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 20, 2015, 10:45 PM