I was a rover, an outrider, a silver tongued devil. I was inflicted and I was broken. I've been many things.
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Ooc — Danni
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January 08, 2015, 11:35 PM
Would like @Ragnar but all are welcome
Gunnar stood facing the sea as it crashed against the sandy shore and the rocks below. The frigid wind ruffled his sandy fur, and the darker mask covered his steely gray eyes, as the cool blue of the sky hinted towards them. He watched as the waves grew higher and higher, and fell with a resounding crash. He was not close enough for them to bother him, but the cold air that blew his way was icy and he shivered slightly.
His fur kept him fairly warm, but every so often the icy fingers of old man winter would curl around him on the wind. He was torn, completely and utterly. He had wanted to talk to his sister, but she had disappeared again, keeping to herself. Mercury was gone, he was all alone. He knew his mother was making a new den, whether she and his father moved or he moved, he wasn't sure yet, but someone would have too. That was okay it was the way of life really, he was 8 months old, in 4 months he'd be a year old. Officially an adult and have to make his own way.
He needed to get his trades, he had been working on them, but with no one to help him he was failing a little bit. His father had offered him once upon a time to train him as a warrior. He hoped he would start soon, perhaps he should call him. His father had more free time now, having stepped down from leadership. It was a confusing concept to the boy, but he took it with a grain of salt. After all his father was the boss, the adult and he was to mind him.
Turning the seriousness inward, he wondered if he could gain the warrior trade, as well a healer and gamekeeper. Or if he should perhaps go for outrider. His mother was an adept healer, he didn't necessarily have to learn it, but he really wanted to be well rounded and the former three would be the three that made him so. He sighed and sat to his haunches, and let the wind buffet him around while he thought.
Gunnar stood facing the sea as it crashed against the sandy shore and the rocks below. The frigid wind ruffled his sandy fur, and the darker mask covered his steely gray eyes, as the cool blue of the sky hinted towards them. He watched as the waves grew higher and higher, and fell with a resounding crash. He was not close enough for them to bother him, but the cold air that blew his way was icy and he shivered slightly.
His fur kept him fairly warm, but every so often the icy fingers of old man winter would curl around him on the wind. He was torn, completely and utterly. He had wanted to talk to his sister, but she had disappeared again, keeping to herself. Mercury was gone, he was all alone. He knew his mother was making a new den, whether she and his father moved or he moved, he wasn't sure yet, but someone would have too. That was okay it was the way of life really, he was 8 months old, in 4 months he'd be a year old. Officially an adult and have to make his own way.
He needed to get his trades, he had been working on them, but with no one to help him he was failing a little bit. His father had offered him once upon a time to train him as a warrior. He hoped he would start soon, perhaps he should call him. His father had more free time now, having stepped down from leadership. It was a confusing concept to the boy, but he took it with a grain of salt. After all his father was the boss, the adult and he was to mind him.
Turning the seriousness inward, he wondered if he could gain the warrior trade, as well a healer and gamekeeper. Or if he should perhaps go for outrider. His mother was an adept healer, he didn't necessarily have to learn it, but he really wanted to be well rounded and the former three would be the three that made him so. He sighed and sat to his haunches, and let the wind buffet him around while he thought.
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