change in scenery [Eztli, Ziria] Jun 2, 2019 22:23:51 GMT -6
Post by Cirdan on Jun 2, 2019 22:23:51 GMT -6
Quite frankly, Cirdan didn't know why he was still bothering to hang around the jungle, even months after he'd emerged from the tunnel linking the Isles to Anikira. He wasn't ordinarily the nostalgic sort, and he'd gladly say as much to anyone who was willing to listen to his reasons of why he lingered in the area instead of journeying further out to try and gather information on what packs were in the area. So what was the reason for his stay here? Was some small part of him reluctant to leave behind the last reminder of his old life, the last object that still tied him in some small part to the Isles? Was it because the jungle had become familiar territory to him, and he was reluctant to leave its safe confines and venture out into the wilderness, where more morally ambiguous members of Anikira's population could be lying in wait? Or was it some other reason entirely, some deep-rooted paranoia deep within his mind that had yet to rear its ugly head?
Whatever the reason, the Isles male found himself lingering in the area despite his best efforts. He supposed it wasn't all bad- these lands (which he'd later discovered to be named R'imdar) supplied him with steady sources of meat and water, despite being rather rough and unassuming in their appearance, and the many nooks and crannies scattered throughout the landscape as a result of ancient volcanic flow gave him ample opportunity to find suitable shelter when night fell. He'd even learned of a few packs in the area from loners that he'd bothered to question- Kairos, Eleos, Khalsa- and been able to gather some basic information on how forgiving they would be if he happened to cross within the boundaries of their territory during his travels. But Cirdan knew that this territory was not to be his permanent home. It was far too exposed, far too barren should the colder months roll in while he was traveling, and there was always the chance that a territorial loner would seek to push him out of the area sooner or later. And besides that, the cream-pointed male- much like the rest of his species- thrived in a pack setting, thrived when he knew that he had concrete tasks to attend to and wolves who would thank him for it once said task was sufficiently completed.
Just sitting around and waiting for opportunities to come to him would inevitably drive him mad. He needed to keep going, needed to find another organization that he could dedicate his time and energy to, and find a more permanent place to call home.
To say that he was in a great hurry to leave the area would have been a bit of an understatement, however. Finding himself seated upon one of the many rock formations that made up the landscape of R'imdar, the Isles wolf allowed himself to take a deep breath in and out, enjoying the relatively warm weather and the sunshine that peeked through the clouds to warm his fur. Eventually, hunger might drive him to move from his spot and venture after one of the many deer herds that he'd seen skirting through the area. For now, he was fully content to just lounge until company happened to come his way.
Word Count: 553
Playmates: Eztli, Ziria
Other: Have at him, ladies!