Post by Turin on Jun 26, 2006 15:56:53 GMT -5
ooc- All welcome! Turin's lost, so he will ask jsut about anyone where to go. Heh. 'm lost as to where to put him too, so he'll most likely follow the first one here home.
BIC-
*The oldest surviving member of the Petrove lineage had missed that exact, crucial point in which he'd passed the line. the line between young and old, the line in which he'd grown from a boy to a man, and the line that separated his home from these lands. Wide, warm eyes wandered around the forest through which he walked, each bear-like paw pulling him farther into the future. Because you never look back when you're going to start anew. He'd learned that long ago, back before most of the wolves in this area had even been born. A wide smile wrought across his black lips, Turin strode on.
Humming placidly, he tossed his head and inhaled the fresh air. Did he miss being alpha? Perhaps just a small bit, but only the freedom to go wherever he pleased and not be chased suspisciously. He was back to square one, back to a place when noone knew his name, nor the deeds to his name, nor the stories and wisdom he had to pass down. Sticks crackled beneath his heavy stature, his midframe sagging under the wooly weight of his thick, shaggy pelt. So many tears had fallen onto that chest, so many bites taken out of that back during war-time. History was rich in Turin, and he knew it was a gift. Though his past (like many these day's,) was tragic in a sense, it was almost stupid for him to be so happy as he strod through the forest. Finally rounding a bend, he found a peculiarily shaped tree and frowned.
"Hello again." he murmured, his deep voice carrying on the slight breeze keeping him from overheating underneath his thick pelt. Sitting down, he frowned slightly and looked to the sky. It seemed he could go no further... Some omnipotent power had told him to stop, that his destination was here. Shrugging, he tossed back his heavy head and howled, his deep, commanding song spreading across the treetops. Looking back down to the tree, he smirked and leaned against it's smooth trunk. "Guess it's just us for a while..." he hissed, smiling as he closed his eyes. He'd finished his searching for today. Now, it was time for someone, for fate themselves, to find him.*
BIC-
*The oldest surviving member of the Petrove lineage had missed that exact, crucial point in which he'd passed the line. the line between young and old, the line in which he'd grown from a boy to a man, and the line that separated his home from these lands. Wide, warm eyes wandered around the forest through which he walked, each bear-like paw pulling him farther into the future. Because you never look back when you're going to start anew. He'd learned that long ago, back before most of the wolves in this area had even been born. A wide smile wrought across his black lips, Turin strode on.
Humming placidly, he tossed his head and inhaled the fresh air. Did he miss being alpha? Perhaps just a small bit, but only the freedom to go wherever he pleased and not be chased suspisciously. He was back to square one, back to a place when noone knew his name, nor the deeds to his name, nor the stories and wisdom he had to pass down. Sticks crackled beneath his heavy stature, his midframe sagging under the wooly weight of his thick, shaggy pelt. So many tears had fallen onto that chest, so many bites taken out of that back during war-time. History was rich in Turin, and he knew it was a gift. Though his past (like many these day's,) was tragic in a sense, it was almost stupid for him to be so happy as he strod through the forest. Finally rounding a bend, he found a peculiarily shaped tree and frowned.
"Hello again." he murmured, his deep voice carrying on the slight breeze keeping him from overheating underneath his thick pelt. Sitting down, he frowned slightly and looked to the sky. It seemed he could go no further... Some omnipotent power had told him to stop, that his destination was here. Shrugging, he tossed back his heavy head and howled, his deep, commanding song spreading across the treetops. Looking back down to the tree, he smirked and leaned against it's smooth trunk. "Guess it's just us for a while..." he hissed, smiling as he closed his eyes. He'd finished his searching for today. Now, it was time for someone, for fate themselves, to find him.*
