DATED: 4/23
"My name is searching since you stole my only soul" ORREN BARANSKI It was raining. Large, heavy droplets falling from a lead colored sky. It seemed fitting, like the heavens themselves were crying over the wolves having to leave their home. Of course Orren wasn't thinking about it like that as he trudged through the mud, not bothering to swerve around the gathering puddles. His head was held low over the ground, ears pressed back against the drenched black fur on his head and dull orange eyes were directed at his paws. The rest of the pack was somewhere up ahead, following Maksim's lead north, Somewhere... The most rebellious of the Baranski children had fallen behind the group, finding that he needed some time to himself, to say a last goodbye to the Cedarwoods. There were a mix of feelings brewing in the young man's chest as he made his way along the familiar paths, slowly moving closer and closer to the unknown that lay beyond his forest. He'd never been very far north, but now it seemed he would get to; At least I'll get to see some new places... That consoled him a little, there was an element of adventure to this whole ordeal. But it was soured by the circumstances, no matter what his parents and everyone else had said, the boy was still acutely aware that they were being driven from their homeland; And someone will pay for that! Someone very specific; ROOK LAYALL! But today the dark prince wasn't gonna think about his enemy, or the adventure to come; later he would have time to contemplate revenge and to enjoy the freedom this move had brought. Today however, he would morn for the home he had lost, his first home, where he had learned what it was to be a wolf and to be a Baranski; To be a wolf of Cut Rock River! Word count: 307 Thoughts ”Speech” |