Wild Cherry Orchard Skin me deep make me bleed

Naum was back home on Torva he was taking care of Dieu, Aerosmith had faith in his son’s ability. Yet there was that uncanny doubt that the boy would mess up. Surely he would the difference was he didn’t have Aerosmith to fall back on. Maybe it was wrong of the large brown male to leave his son as he neared two years. Just the death of Anani had been too much for him to bear; he could no longer run the pack the correct way. No it posed problems; everything reminded him of Anani, even their own children. With a frustrated sigh he tried his best to push the memories back, yet it became increasingly difficult at the days went on. He was scared to totally forget about her, she had after all been his everything, and how does one forget that, they simply cannot. Time and time again he tried for the sake of their children. Things did not turn out well for the male and he slowly slipped into the subject of his memory of when he asked Anani to be his mate. Well parts of it that where important. Perhaps he felt unworthy to be asking her such a thing and maybe he was right. After all he neared had sex with Othello he could have turned around and gave into his lustful desire to pound into her. Yet he didn’t. Anani was his gift the goddess that brought him back that night. He couldn’t hurt in such a way. Knowing of her past was enough to break even the hardest shell. Yet to slip to lustful desire would just be horrible, he would have thrown his crown before slipping that low. Maybe he shouldn’t see Othello any more. Perhaps he should push her away. This seemed truer now that Anani was not here, for her to tell him that he was being foolish. That he shouldn’t have left their family behind. With a frustrated sigh the male tried to numb every feeling. He wasn’t sure where he was or how he got here. All he knew was the aroma coming off of the plants where intoxication and slightly relaxed. Perhaps he could sit here for a while and remove the memories. Placing his flank on the ground he wrapped his tail around his well formed body. Age was slowly catching up with him and he could feel it every day. He was growing older with the minute. Sighing his gaze went upward towards the heavens as if they could offer some sort of guidance to him. "Talk"

(This post was last modified: Aug 02, 2010, 05:56 PM by Indru.)

Meandering though the trees the young male easily held his pace steadily. It was an average speed of gait continuously placing one paw before the other into a slow rhythmic trot without having to break into a run. The first and even second year of his life had put him off going faster then he should, when he still had his large paws yet only matchsticks for legs to move them. Day in and day out he was just falling over himself or anything else that he came across. Although his movements were slower now that he had fully grown and was correctly in proportion he was not so agile and more bulky and slow but he still held that same dislike for running everywhere spurred on by his youth. He'd run if he had to, but as for traveling that he would do at his own pace taking a very laid back approach by walking around or doing what he was doing now which was a casual jog across the Wild Cherry Orchard. The lands here were very open between the sparse dotting of trees as flesh rich grass grew plentifully across the ground. It made such a wonderful cushion to walk over, soft and springy beneath his pads. The young black masked male inclining his muzzle upward slightly as something stirred his casuistry. All of his sense were telling him that it was a wolf he knew sat up ahead in the grass, the scent and even remembering the same colour of brown of his pelt. Yet was this even possible? He had a pack in Torva did he not yet despite this time and time again they continuously ran into one another. Maybe it was possible but even so what were the chances? Weldering's ears pressed forwards lightly as he crept forwards, a puzzled expression now taking shape over his handsome ash toned maw. "Aero?" His voice somewhat questioning although there really did not need to be any, it was clearly him. "This is the furthest I've ever seen you before." He murred softly, words in which Aerosmith would understand for Weldering was clearly speaking about being far from his pack and of Torva lands.

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(This post was last modified: Jul 30, 2010, 03:21 PM by Weldering.)

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