Post by Forbidden Fire on Dec 26, 2014 22:15:22 GMT -6
Oh, this land is so dreary.
The brute was prone to wander despite his declaration of loathing the loner life--a life which he partook in for quite a many years. Forbidden Fire mused that it was rather simple really- while he enjoyed wandering, he yearned for the companionship and strength and socialization gained from a pack life and so now, he only had himself. This time however, he enjoyed it unlike many times previously. He growled at himself for he was doing it again. He was mulling over things in his life that he already had resolved; he had cleared the air so to speak upon several of these gnawing failures from his past. He had moved on from them and become reborn into something far better and he was not going to let anyone bring him down to that low point ever again. He was tired of being walked all over and strangely enough it was his old self that had become abused rather than this new found less complicated and corrupted version. He was finding it far more pleasurable and was finding he was rewarded far more than that old arrogant bag of wind he was. He found that he did not need to do anything spectacular to be noticed nor appreciated but just to be genuine and secure in what he desired.
With a soft sigh, the white male rolled his shoulders in dismissal of his thoughts, for now. There was too much chaos in this small world of his. So what he would do is enjoy what he had and try and make sense of it in his own way.
At least the snow is beautiful.
The brute was prone to wander despite his declaration of loathing the loner life--a life which he partook in for quite a many years. Forbidden Fire mused that it was rather simple really- while he enjoyed wandering, he yearned for the companionship and strength and socialization gained from a pack life and so now, he only had himself. This time however, he enjoyed it unlike many times previously. He growled at himself for he was doing it again. He was mulling over things in his life that he already had resolved; he had cleared the air so to speak upon several of these gnawing failures from his past. He had moved on from them and become reborn into something far better and he was not going to let anyone bring him down to that low point ever again. He was tired of being walked all over and strangely enough it was his old self that had become abused rather than this new found less complicated and corrupted version. He was finding it far more pleasurable and was finding he was rewarded far more than that old arrogant bag of wind he was. He found that he did not need to do anything spectacular to be noticed nor appreciated but just to be genuine and secure in what he desired.
With a soft sigh, the white male rolled his shoulders in dismissal of his thoughts, for now. There was too much chaos in this small world of his. So what he would do is enjoy what he had and try and make sense of it in his own way.
At least the snow is beautiful.
