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History sure had a way of repeating itself. It seemed everything was just on a loop. Different places, different faces, but the game always remained the same, even if the details were changed. Once again, Sheriff was on his own. No back up, no one to turn to, just the urge to put one paw in front of the other. Then repeat. And again. He had no idea where he was or where he was going, since he had never been so far south on Anikira. North was no good, he knew what lied north and he was not about to return to Aludri. Not yet. It felt like his time in the park, with Loxley gone and Palla supposedly running from him. Only he had been wrong with that, Palla had not ran from him, she had been taken. Not this time though. Aztec had ran from him, no need for humans to get involved. She had ran at the sight of him, plain and simple. Now he was running, but not away, not this time. The dark male was running towards her, wherever she was and this time he would bring his love home. He had failed to search for Palla and almost failed to search for Aztec, but his excuses had ran out and now he was stuck doing the same thing he had done his whole life; he moved, he lived, he travelled alone. Each new place he searched with diligence, seeking any sign of the female but each horizon yielded very little and the drag was pissing him off. It's like I'm on the isle all over again.
That's how he had got into trouble the first time, wasn't it? Being alone, failing to find the female he had given his heart to, allowing the grief to cloud his mind. Ain't happenin' again, no way no how. There were no temptresses here, not much of anything, besides the large body of water surrounded by rock. It was amusing in a morbid way. The water below could not be drank or swam in. Yet water was life, just as much as air, but here it had the ability to kill and you don't even have to drown in it. Jus' like love. The night was wholey upon him, the darkness hiding him like a cloak and he was thankful for it. As much as the loneliness hurt him, he did not wish to seek company of strangers. Once, a long time ago it seemed to Sheriff now, he knew nothing of loneliness for it had always been a part of his life. He had grown up alone, until Loxley and even then he did not stay. Palla had not stayed. But Sheriff had continued upon his path, protecting himself, looking out for him and him alone. No one else was going to. Aludri had changed that however. He had a pack, a family, wolves who he helped to protect. He had friends, allies, and strong males who had his back. The truth would no doubt change that but he was no longer afraid of it. He knew what he was, always had done. He knew he was no good. Now he had simply proven how much.
Talk with strangers was a waste of time, unless they knew about Aztec and that was a slim chance he was not willing to take. The packs would hardly take kindly to him strolling through their land, nevermind answer the questions he had. So it was down to him. His energy was flagging, but he refused to rest. Jus' a little farther. He was on the other side of the basin when he first caught a scent and he hoped to God there would be more scents, more tracks but no, it was alone, just like him. "I'm gonna kill tha' little bitch", he growled, pace quickening to find the scents owner. Khaz as promised he would keep an eye on her, promised he would take her safely back to the Shyia. "Boy, you better hope to god tha' little girl's alive and kickin'", Khaz may not have been around to hear the words, but it made the old brute feel a smidge better for saying them. Artesia was out there, with no protection, no one to keep her safe and well. She had only one thing on her mind, the same thing that was always on his; Artie simply wanted to find her mother.
Words: 770
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Muse: good
Notes: n/a
History sure had a way of repeating itself. It seemed everything was just on a loop. Different places, different faces, but the game always remained the same, even if the details were changed. Once again, Sheriff was on his own. No back up, no one to turn to, just the urge to put one paw in front of the other. Then repeat. And again. He had no idea where he was or where he was going, since he had never been so far south on Anikira. North was no good, he knew what lied north and he was not about to return to Aludri. Not yet. It felt like his time in the park, with Loxley gone and Palla supposedly running from him. Only he had been wrong with that, Palla had not ran from him, she had been taken. Not this time though. Aztec had ran from him, no need for humans to get involved. She had ran at the sight of him, plain and simple. Now he was running, but not away, not this time. The dark male was running towards her, wherever she was and this time he would bring his love home. He had failed to search for Palla and almost failed to search for Aztec, but his excuses had ran out and now he was stuck doing the same thing he had done his whole life; he moved, he lived, he travelled alone. Each new place he searched with diligence, seeking any sign of the female but each horizon yielded very little and the drag was pissing him off. It's like I'm on the isle all over again.
That's how he had got into trouble the first time, wasn't it? Being alone, failing to find the female he had given his heart to, allowing the grief to cloud his mind. Ain't happenin' again, no way no how. There were no temptresses here, not much of anything, besides the large body of water surrounded by rock. It was amusing in a morbid way. The water below could not be drank or swam in. Yet water was life, just as much as air, but here it had the ability to kill and you don't even have to drown in it. Jus' like love. The night was wholey upon him, the darkness hiding him like a cloak and he was thankful for it. As much as the loneliness hurt him, he did not wish to seek company of strangers. Once, a long time ago it seemed to Sheriff now, he knew nothing of loneliness for it had always been a part of his life. He had grown up alone, until Loxley and even then he did not stay. Palla had not stayed. But Sheriff had continued upon his path, protecting himself, looking out for him and him alone. No one else was going to. Aludri had changed that however. He had a pack, a family, wolves who he helped to protect. He had friends, allies, and strong males who had his back. The truth would no doubt change that but he was no longer afraid of it. He knew what he was, always had done. He knew he was no good. Now he had simply proven how much.
Talk with strangers was a waste of time, unless they knew about Aztec and that was a slim chance he was not willing to take. The packs would hardly take kindly to him strolling through their land, nevermind answer the questions he had. So it was down to him. His energy was flagging, but he refused to rest. Jus' a little farther. He was on the other side of the basin when he first caught a scent and he hoped to God there would be more scents, more tracks but no, it was alone, just like him. "I'm gonna kill tha' little bitch", he growled, pace quickening to find the scents owner. Khaz as promised he would keep an eye on her, promised he would take her safely back to the Shyia. "Boy, you better hope to god tha' little girl's alive and kickin'", Khaz may not have been around to hear the words, but it made the old brute feel a smidge better for saying them. Artesia was out there, with no protection, no one to keep her safe and well. She had only one thing on her mind, the same thing that was always on his; Artie simply wanted to find her mother.
Words: 770
Tags: none
Muse: good
Notes: n/a
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