OUT OF CHARACTER.
Words. 643 | Notes. I was lazy and just used the sample post and because it made the most sense to use for his first post on Relic Lore. xDIN CHARACTER.
It had been two weeks ago, exactly, Roanoke knew from keeping judicious track like some eager student in class, that Zeus had informed him that his best tracker had finally gotten a lock on Athena, his older half sister (one of them). The one that had murdered his mother and had tried and failed in murdering Zeus’ himself. The physical evidence of his father’s war and survival was obvious, thick scars marring where pitch fur had once been. The battle scars had never frightened Roanoke as they had frightened the other children, but of course, Zeus had treated him as the Warrior Prince he had been born to be, even though his methods had been unnecessarily harsh. It was all Roanoke knew, he did not realize that abuse did not equal love for no one had been there to point out the differences. He had been sent on ahead, for Roanoke assumed that Zeus had wished to tie up loose ends and make sure everything was prepared. The command to go on ahead, to scout things out for himself had been the highest honor his father had ever bestowed upon him and Roanoke had every intention to complete his given job to his father’s utmost satisfaction. This trust was not to be thrown away for Roanoke assumed it was tentative at best, that this was a test and Roanoke was as eager as ever to prove that he was the best. That he was worthy enough to have come from Zeus’ loins. Fierce devotion and misguided ambition pushed Roanoke into the unknown wilderness as he followed the directions given to him by the tracker, having memorized the spoken way to Relic Lore. Roanoke stopped only long enough to rest, because despite his eagerness to begin his assignment he understood that pushing himself to the point of utter exhaustion would not help him. If anything it would show in the quality of his work and if he did a poor job there was no question that punishment would follow soon after. A giddy sort of excitement had begun to fill him the closer he got, recognizing the landmarks from explanation alone, recognizing that this was to be his crowing glory.It was overcast, and had yet to rain, be it pour or drizzle though a quick glimpse up at the sky, golden eyes with the starbursts of red around the inky black of his pupils assessing the drab, monotone clouds that stretched above him. Not even the weather could kill this high, he swore. He would do his job whether it was pouring so hard he couldn’t see his nose, or blindingly sunny. It did not matter, he could not afford to fail. There was no such option, in reality; for in failing this he might forfeit his own life which would be a complete and utter shame because he had worked hard. So hard not to disappoint. To be the perfect son that his father wanted. This, this he could do. This he had to do. Steps were muffled by the moisture that was collected and held within the topmost layer of the earth, broken occasionally by the soft (mildly disgusting) squishy noise when he stepped in a mud puddle, lifting his paws from it’s greedy and swallowing holes. Shaking the mud off of his paws as best he could he continued forth not prepared to stop as he entered Relic Lore, stepping into a woodland territory guarded by thick trees with grasping branches that combed most unwelcomingly through his fur as he shrugged past them, the leaves of the undergrowth tickling against his legs as he pushed through determined not to stop.
He had already lost precious time on his hunt previously that morning, so he did not exactly fancy the idea (or the resulting consequences) of losing more time.