05-27-2021, 04:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2021, 06:08 PM by Nemean. Edited 1 time in total.)
Nemean didn't know what it was to be social anymore. After his tryst with Annika, he'd mostly managed to keep to himself. He stuck... well, not close to the lake, because there were a pawful of other scents around and the thought of being approached made him a bit nervous. Sure, it'd gone well last time, but the time before that, Caligula's venomous friend hadn't been pleased with how close he'd been lingering.
It'd never stopped him, nor did the potential threat of stepping on toes, but he didn't particularly want to leave, either.
The lake was beautiful. Clear, cool, secluded; framed by mountains on one side, and to the north bordered the tundra. He'd finally stretched his legs and let himself climb the peaks, carefully at first, but it seemed that by now his leg was pretty much better. Sometimes it got a little sore, but he wondered if that wasn't just going to be a permanent reminder or if it was just a sign he was pushing himself too hard, too soon.
The Nightshade didn't linger long in any one place, never sleeping in the exact same area twice and hoping, this time, to avoid others till he decided he was ready. He kept telling himself that joining a pack wasn't something he was interested in, but fuck, life as a rouge was lonely. He missed having at least a traveling companion, but more than that, he missed having a purpose. He missed adding his hunts to the caches or, better yet, hand delivering his trophy to someone he thought needed it. He missed the unity of those he cared for around him, the protection and the stability.
But how was that a life he belonged in, anymore? How was he supposed to keep letting people in when all they did was use him, or hurt him, or leave him? Nothing good in his life had ever lasted, and he was, what.... just supposed to trust that one day, someone special would come along and none of it would matter anymore?
Life wasn't a fucking fairy tale, and Nemean was nothing more than a lost soul full of anger until he finally died.
The blue man approached the lake quietly, ears on swivel while he crouched at the waters edge to dip his head down for a drink. His dual gaze roamed what he could see; wary, tense, but more than anything unsure.
It'd never stopped him, nor did the potential threat of stepping on toes, but he didn't particularly want to leave, either.
The lake was beautiful. Clear, cool, secluded; framed by mountains on one side, and to the north bordered the tundra. He'd finally stretched his legs and let himself climb the peaks, carefully at first, but it seemed that by now his leg was pretty much better. Sometimes it got a little sore, but he wondered if that wasn't just going to be a permanent reminder or if it was just a sign he was pushing himself too hard, too soon.
The Nightshade didn't linger long in any one place, never sleeping in the exact same area twice and hoping, this time, to avoid others till he decided he was ready. He kept telling himself that joining a pack wasn't something he was interested in, but fuck, life as a rouge was lonely. He missed having at least a traveling companion, but more than that, he missed having a purpose. He missed adding his hunts to the caches or, better yet, hand delivering his trophy to someone he thought needed it. He missed the unity of those he cared for around him, the protection and the stability.
But how was that a life he belonged in, anymore? How was he supposed to keep letting people in when all they did was use him, or hurt him, or leave him? Nothing good in his life had ever lasted, and he was, what.... just supposed to trust that one day, someone special would come along and none of it would matter anymore?
Life wasn't a fucking fairy tale, and Nemean was nothing more than a lost soul full of anger until he finally died.
The blue man approached the lake quietly, ears on swivel while he crouched at the waters edge to dip his head down for a drink. His dual gaze roamed what he could see; wary, tense, but more than anything unsure.
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