Having More Fun [Saphira] Sept 6, 2016 19:36:41 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2016 19:36:41 GMT -6
Talim felt as though he hadn't had the chance to truly relax in a long time. Half of his free time thus far had been spent in healing his wounds from his last confrontation with his pack, all the while constantly looking over his shoulder out of slight paranoia that they would decide to finish him off while his guard was down. Thankfully, the band of warriors that had originally attacked him appeared to have assumed that he'd succumbed to blood loss, for he hadn't seen any traces of them or picked up their scents since he had passed over the pack boundaries. Which, in Talim's opinion, was just fine and dandy. Like hell was he going to be dragged back there so easily, especially when he'd been greeted with nothing but scorn from the majority of the pack members. He was free to live how he chose and go where he pleased, and no stuffy excuse for an alpha was going to change that if he had anything to say about it.
That being said, Talim had been careful to skirt on the edge of any pack territories for now- considering his relative lack of combat skills, the last thing he needed was to take his chances with a pissed-off pack member who caught him trying to poach a meal in their territory. He'd heard that at least a few of the packs around had an "attack first and ask questions later" policy when it came to unannounced presences, and the young Gray Wolf wasn't particularly keen on getting mutilated or killed just because he happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. He'd earned enough scars for one lifetime, in his not-so-professional opinion. It wasn't as if he needed yet another reason to stay away from pack territories, after all, besides his general dislike towards the organizations. He was more than capable of using his wilderness survival skills to secure a meal well outside of established pack territory, and that was all he had to concern himself with.
So far, he'd been traveling blissfully alone- enough that the relative seclusion was beginning to make him feel the tiniest bit antsy. Talim wasn't exactly a social butterfly by any stretch of the imagination, but even he thrived on social interaction after being away from civilization for this long. He wasn't the best at making contact with people, given his rather blunt nature and fear of how they would perceive his scarred facade, and indeed he had already scared off a few potential companions through his speech patterns alone- but he had honestly expected to see someone hanging around the plains by now. No such luck, it seemed. Blowing a plant strand that was beginning to tickle his nostrils out of his face, Talim sat up to survey his surroundings, his light brown coat offering perfect camouflage in amongst the tall grass. There was no short supply of local wildlife around, with the distant cry of birds overhead and the scent of deer blowing in from somewhere to the right of him, but as far as he could see there was no sign of another wolf in sight, leaving Talim to slump with a heavy sigh.
"The one time I don't wanna be alone, and no one's around," he muttered bitterly, swiping an ill-tempered paw at the grass and absent-mindedly watching the seeds that were kicked up in its wake. He hoped that someone would show up soon to alleviate his boredom- he had no certainty as to where the scent of the deer was coming from, and couldn't seem to muster up the energy to try and find out- or else he would likely start going mad from the solitude of these lands. Hell, he'd even willingly interact with a pack member, if it meant he didn't have to deal with this blasted silence.
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Other: Blegh I feel like this is really crappy? IT'LL GET BETTER I PROMISE