Mature language! September 13th, Late Afternoon. Overcast Clouds, 55.4°F, 13°C
Leaving his family’s pack lands had been hard. The knowledge that his mother and siblings now lay buried somewhere in grounds once belonging to the very same monster who put them there still haunted him. He doubted that he would ever be able to forgive himself for what had happened. Still, at least he had seen to it that they had all received a proper burial. The same couldn’t be said for his father, or rather, his father figure. A few months ago Deaglán had looked up to the man, but now, a small part of him delighted at the thought of the bastard’s body being picked at by scavenging crows. It was a fitting end, he thought, for a man who had indulged in a lifetime of inflicting pain on and deceiving others. He deserved to be tormented even after death.
It had been his brother’s idea to leave, and whilst he had struggled to walk away from the forests which had once brought him so much joy as a naïve young child, he knew that he could no longer call the place his home. Nothing was left for them there anymore. The only thing that the pair of them still had was each other—and even that, Deaglán was unsure about.
He still blamed his twin brother for what had happened that day and it made him question whether he could still even trust his last remaining family member, despite the close bond they may have shared in the past.
Deaglán inhaled sharply, breathing in a lungful of cold autumn air, as his piercing golden gaze finally flickered across to meet the identical eyes of his twin as they strode beside the brook. His top lip flickered subtly as he stared across at him and wondered if his apparent confidence about where they were going was real or just another act. They had been following the river in a western direction for weeks now and, as far as he could tell, the only thing they had managed to accomplish in that time was getting completely and utterly lost.
Dark ears pressed back against his head to express his growing impatience, though he might as well not have bothered, as a few moments later he finally snapped in frustration. “Just admit it!” He growled, pearly white fangs flashing past his charcoal black lips as he scowled. “You have no fucking idea where we are going.” He hissed through gritted teeth, suddenly halting to a stop with a stubborn stomp of his paw.
(This post was last modified: Sep 13, 2017, 03:58 PM by Deaglan.)